Make Our Family Great Again – Chapter 131

As I was enjoying a rather delightful meal on the third floor of Balis Casino, the boss of the Solomon Family was also having a splendid time. Just half a day ago, this place belonged to the Sanchez Family, but it was now completely under the control of the Solomon Family.

What’s more critical was that some of the Sanchez Family members attempting to enter the area got absolutely wrecked.

“What’s up?! Are there no survivors?”

“None, boss!”

The members of the Solomon Family answered their boss from a distance. They were also Golems, while Solomon and the hamster people provided support from the back.

“Is that it from the north?”

“Well, it seems the Vamps are causing more chaos than expected.”

Solomon had anticipated situations like this, especially the worst-case scenario where enemies came from both the north and south simultaneously. But things were unfolding differently than he expected.

“Boss! They’re coming from the south too!”

“Alright! Everyone back to your positions!”

The Golems hurriedly moved deeper into the area. Solomon Family members were evenly stationed on the rooftops and windows of each building, with makeshift barricades built using vehicles and random objects.

“Northern side! They’re coming from the north too!”

“What?!”

Solomon was pacing back and forth, thinking, “This might work out.” His hope for the attacks from the north and south to cross paths and take them out one by one quickly evaporated.

Solomon promptly diverted part of his forces he had deployed to the south to counter the approaching enemies from the north. He had no idea of their numbers, while he and his men numbered just about 80.

“Boss, we’ve contacted the Felini Family.”

“Good! Now we just need to hold our ground here! Everyone, give it your all!”

Despite their boss’s frantic orders, the Solomon Family members focused on keeping watch for the enemies instead of responding enthusiastically. Solomon himself, feeling awkward in the sudden silence, quietly took up a position.

Even if facing Golems would weaken their effectiveness, he and his men were armed with submachine guns. Some were even ready with high-caliber rounds meant for taking down bears, specifically intended for the Golems.

Essentially, the plan was to provide suppressive fire over a wide area with the submachine guns, allowing other members to finish off enemies.

“They’re coming.”

A convoy of cars appeared in the distance. Their headlights were off, making it hard to identify them. The black cars rolled slowly toward their target.

Saying “their target” might make it sound overly limited, but the area occupied by the Solomon Family was quite elongated. It was unavoidable to string along the Sanchez Family, but their position was somewhat disadvantageous for warding off attacks from both the north and south.

“Don’t fire the submachine guns yet.”

Following their boss’s command, the hamster people began to grip different firearms instead. Sure enough, the Sanchez Family’s actions were half-hearted.

They were merely driving their cars closer to the Solomon Family’s territory, taking a few shots from afar before retreating.

This style of attack was known as “drive-by shooting.” A classic tactic in the underworld done while in a vehicle, it was merely a test to see how Solomon Family would respond and the level of their equipment.

Solomon was aware of this and had prevented unnecessary retaliation with submachine guns from the get-go. In truth, given the distance, no matter how great one’s rate of fire was, a submachine gun wouldn’t do much good. It’s a common misconception that submachine guns are a cure-all.

The accuracy was terrible, making the trade-off between astonishing rate of fire absurdly low in hit rate. That’s why a technique where you approach close enough in a vehicle to unload dozens of rounds and then swiftly escape was ideal.

“Boss, it seems more are coming from the south!”

“What? Are the ones that retreated just confused?”

Solomon reacted incredulously to his subordinate’s report. It made sense, considering the black cars moving about erratically without headlights in the dead of night.

But after receiving binoculars from his subordinate and confirming the distant rear, he readily admitted he was wrong. For whatever boldness they had, another convoy of cars popped up with their headlights ablaze.

“Shit! Everyone, get ready! We’re taking them out!”

Reluctantly, Solomon allowed the use of submachine guns. Fortunately, there was enough time for that order to spread among his entire crew.

As a fierce gunfight was about to ignite surrounding the narrow area, a separate madness was unfolding further south, near the bridges connecting downtown and the west of the city.

The members of the Sanchez Family suffered significant damage since the massive attack by the Five Families began. But before long, they barricaded themselves in their base and refused to come out.

Just like Solomon Family targeted them, the Felini Family attempted drive-by shooting against the Sanchez Family, but it proved ineffective.

If they wouldn’t even come outside, nothing was going to change by provoking them from a distance.

“….”

“Alright, we’re getting close.”

However, they had their line of thoughts. They probably didn’t expect it to materialize this quickly, though.

“Vanella. What if our guys crossed the bridge?”

“No, it’s fine as long as they don’t get in the way. Let’s leave this to the pros.”

Vanella replied dismissively to his second-in-command, Yu Dance. His mood wasn’t great due to previous disturbances from the Nun Robber Gang. Had this not happened, the boss of the Carmen Family and himself could’ve easily been caput.

But Vanella and Dance weren’t the main focus now; the actual priority was a group of Vampires approaching the Sanchez Family territory, facing the strong night wind across the bridge.

Leading them was Belcastro Granada, a Dwarf Vampire and one of the Caporegimes of the Felini Family.

“Boss! Can we go down now?”

“Not yet! Don’t descend yet!”

Snipers, or at least some level of resistance was expected. Their role would be to overcome that opposition and strike directly at the stronghold of the Sanchez Family.

Unlike the procession aimed at Solomon Family, they blended harmoniously with nature. They had no loud engines revving or headlights to announce their arrival.

“….”

Once Granada reached what he deemed the right spot, he swiftly descended. Other Vampires followed suit, albeit careful not to cluster on one target.

Thunk.

As soon as they arrived at their assigned rooftops, they quickly set about their tasks. Installing explosives on rooftops or hurriedly moving down stairs into buildings was on the agenda. Although based on their individual circumstances, it was a reckless task.

“…What?”

But another problem arose here.

A sudden, unidentified convoy appeared. The vehicles came barrelling in, their headlights blazing, approaching the Sanchez Family territory.

“Move! Get out now!”

“What?!”

“Leave the rest and just move!”

Whether these folks’ intent was to strike at the Felini Family or support the entrenched Sanchez Family, it was clear they needed to leave the area immediately.

…Bang—!!!

Not long after, explosions erupted from the rooftops of each stronghold.

“Wow… what a spectacle. Truly a spectacle.”

On the other side of the bridge, Vanella and Dance watched the scene unfold, their tongues wagging.

Regardless of how effective it might be, the importance lay in showing their enemies that they could resort to such tactics, and that no sense of security should come with the night.

Despite their worries, Vanella and Dance were ready to welcome Granada and his crew for pulling this off brilliantly.

“….”

“Wait, who are those guys?”

But with the continuous explosions came convoys appearing from across the bridge.

And the returning Vampires, chasing some manner of chaos toward them, was entirely unexpected.

Meanwhile, in a critical moment where a new page was about to unfold surrounding the bridge, things were heating up for the Solomon Family, too.

“Shit! It’s the Dragovich bastards!”

The convoy, shining their headlights and making an ostentatious entrance, belonged to the Dragovich Family.

Whether they leaped out of the car or raced right into the barricades, most were Werewolves.

With the Sanchez Family on the verge of collapse, it was evident the Dragovichs had no choice but to come in as well.

“Fire! Don’t stop firing!”

“Boss, this seems bad!”

“Shut up and keep firing!”

The attacks from the north were still manageable, but the problem lay with the south.

The divided southern area was expanse enough that it suggested the incoming numbers of Sanchez Family members could very well overwhelm them.

Adding to that, the Dragovich Family stormed in; it was truly a tricky situation. Golems were hard enough to handle, but Werewolves, too?

Moreover, as mentioned earlier, the maniacs in their cars crashed into barricades, beginning to break down their defenses.

“Boss!”

With his subordinate’s urgent shout, a line of Golems appeared on the horizon, taking this moment to close in.

Over ten submachine guns opened fire simultaneously, but while suppressive fire was overly concentrated on one spot, another pack of Werewolves crashed their vehicles into the barricades. The constant influx of more Golems hadn’t stopped either.

Solomon hated to admit it, but the thought of having to retreat crossed his mind.

“….”

However, death wasn’t a rule set in stone. Just like the Dragovich Family made their entrance, another convoy began to appear from the east.

Bright headlights shining, showing off their existence just like before.

“They’re here! Reinforcements!”

Solomon shouted loudly enough for both his men and the enemies to hear.