AK held up his hand, our ex-Special Forces sniper leading the way. And my eyes zeroed in on the door. The lock unlatched, and the second the door rolled up, AK burst from the truck and opened a fucking sea of fire. In seconds, we were behind him. Nazis immediately started falling before us. My pulse raced faster and faster the more the fuckers fell, blood pooling on the ground beneath them and running under my feet. Truck after truck opened and our brothers spilled out. Trucks from all fucking directions came skidding into the camp, doors flying open, my brothers spilling out like fucking demons. Diablos and fucking Hangmen swarmed toward these fuckers as they started firing back.
“I’m going to higher ground,” AK said from beside me as I shot a blond giant right between the fucking eyes. I nodded, and he disappeared behind a dark building. Bullets were flying from every fucking direction. Hangmen and Diablo cuts started hitting the ground too. It didn’t stop us.
I scanned the area for my chapter. Ky, Tank and Bull, Hush and Cowboy were firing their Uzis from the right, hitting targets. Vike and Rudge were together on my left, doing the same. Flame had his knife in one hand, Uzi in the other, hacking up the fuckers he shot first. Smiler was the furthest ahead. Deep in among the Klan who were pouring out in fucking waves from the buildings. Brother was shooting, then using his knife to cut off fingers, tongues, ears . . . whatever fucking else he could, before taking down another. He was going postal . . . but he had the fucking right.
Seeing a Klansmen coming from my right, I sent a bullet through his head. Another three fell because of my bullets. Then I noticed what looked like the headquarters ahead. Whistling to Ky and Tank, I pointed at the building. Klan were dropping fast. There were too many of us for them to take without the support of the cartel. I scoured the area for any cartel—nowhere to be fucking seen.
Seemed Valdez was holding up his part of the deal.
Shooting my way through the Klan charging at us, I made a path for the headquarters. The giant swastika that hung outside made it fucking obvious this was where shit went down. Assholes. Always made themselves easy to fucking work out. Never knew how to just shut the fuck up with all the Nazi shit.
Making it to the front of the building, I killed the fucker who came running out—a shot straight through the heart. He fell at my feet, and I spat on his ugly fucking white-power face. I stood to the side of the building; Tank and Ky did the same. Nodding at Ky, I smashed the door and started searching the rooms. Nothing. There was nothing fucking here.
A shot suddenly rang out from my right. The bullet grazed my arm. I glanced down at the wound—the fucker had drawn blood. Pissed the fuck off, I charged in that direction. I knocked the fucker to the ground the minute I found him hiding behind a door. Taking my German knife, I sliced it into his thigh. The moment his gun fell from his hand, I grabbed the prick by his neck and dragged him to his feet. Pulling out my knife, I held it to his throat and threw him into the main body of the building. Ky and Tank came running in.
“Empty. None of the leaders are here,” Ky said.
Tank looked at the prick trying to pull out of my arms. He smiled, but it was nothing but a bloodthirsty fucking grin. “Keaton Brown.”
The asshole in my arms tried to run at Tank. I let that fucker go, and Tank slammed his fist into the Nazi’s face. He knocked him to the ground. Tank picked him up and held him still. Walking toward him, I plunged my German blade right into the fucker’s shoulder. He screamed, and I made sure I was looking into his fucking eyes as I did so.
Pulling back my knife, I nodded to Ky. Ky kicked the Nazi off his feet. Fucker sprawled on the floor, groaning. Brothers started coming in through the door. Bull lowered his gun when he realized it was us. Vike, Rudge, Smiler, Flame, Cowboy, Hush, and AK came in too. They were covered in blood and wired from their kills.
“Other chapters are on the perimeters for any fuckers