Chapter 009: The Escape

The skinny Jamaican bouncer maintained his standing position against the wall, holding a marijuana cigarette under his nose and continuously sniffing it. After hearing Lena shout, he swayed listlessly and asked, "What's happening now?"

When the Jamaican bouncer walked into Room Eight, Cyrus Greene pressed the cold gun barrel against his head from behind the door, commanding in a low voice, "Shut up and slowly raise your hands, or I'll blow your head off."

The Jamaican bouncer's head tilted to one side from the gun barrel's pressure. He said fearfully, "What are you trying to do? This is Boss Coogan's territory. You... you've even broken into the Potaski brothers' room. Are you crazy?"

The Jamaican bouncer saw the large hole in the room's wooden wall. He wanted to shout in anger but didn't dare move, and could only sit in a sex chair with Cyrus Greene's gun pointed at him.

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Seeing that the Jamaican bouncer was under Cyrus Greene's control, Lena quickly found bondage handcuffs, ropes, and a gag from the room's cabinet and firmly bound the Jamaican bouncer to the chair.

"Enjoy yourself, you bastard!" After tying up the Jamaican bouncer, Lena spat on his face vengefully and kicked him hard in the groin with her high heels.

Cyrus Greene put the gun's safety on and tucked it back into his waistband. He grabbed the money bag and, after checking outside the door, called to Lena, "Let's go. We need to leave now."

Lena, still not satisfied after several kicks, followed Cyrus Greene while cursing, "That bastard always played cruel pranks on us, stole our things, took advantage of us, and even urinated in our coffee. I hate everyone here."

Coming out from the basement second-floor corridor, Cyrus Greene returned to the first-floor bar. He intended to get Angie from the bar counter, but looking over, Angie who had just been sitting at the counter was nowhere to be seen, and neither was the white youth who had been trying to hit on her.

"Where's Angie?" Cyrus Greene grabbed one of the girls who had been sitting next to Angie and asked. This freckle-faced chubby girl appeared to be Angie's classmate.

"Who are you? Let go of me, or I'll get someone to deal with you," the freckled chubby girl was already drunk, trying to shake her arm free from Cyrus Greene's grip.

Lena, now having gotten the money, felt less dependent on Cyrus Greene and kept urging him from behind, "We must go, we need to leave quickly."

"Wait for me outside. If I'm not out in five minutes, you can leave on your own," Cyrus Greene ordered Lena. He had to find Angie - if anything happened to that girl, the whole plot would go awry, and he could forget about getting that robot dog.

Lena turned and left without hesitation, while Cyrus Greene turned back to continue threatening the freckled chubby girl: "Listen, you better tell me where Angie is, or I'll take your life."

Cyrus Greene slightly revealed the gun tucked in his waistband, and the freckled chubby girl jumped in fear, trembling as she said, "Angie left with that boy called Cooper."

"Did they leave the bar?"

"No, Cooper gave Angie a drink that made her dizzy, then he and several other boys dragged her down to the second basement level, saying they were going to find a room to have some fun."

"Damn it! That bastard is asking for death."

Cyrus Greene immediately turned and rushed back to the second basement level he had just left. The small casino on the second floor was still noisy with crowds, and various scantily-clad waitresses weaved through the crowd carrying drinks.

After coming down, Cyrus Greene ran towards the row of rooms where prostitutes conducted their business. Some rooms had their doors open, showing the flesh trade taking place inside, while other rooms were locked tight, with male and female moans coming from within.

With a bang, Cyrus Greene forcefully broke open the door of the room with the loudest moaning. The couple inside doing their business were startled, but Angie wasn't in the room. "Sorry, carry on."

Cyrus Greene, stone-faced, continued breaking down other doors until he burst through the third room's door, where he saw four or five young men laughing and gathering around the bed. On the bed lay the drugged Angie. The girl's outer clothes had been removed, leaving her in just a bra and underwear, writhing randomly on the bed.

"Hey!" Cyrus Greene shouted, pulling out his gun from his waist and pointing it at the young men, yelling, "All of you, stop right there!"

The five white youths turned around - some looked shocked, some stunned, but one angrily shouted, "Yellow monkey, do you know who I am? Don't fucking interfere here. I suggest you leave quickly, or I'll have someone tear up your ass."

Bang...!

The enraged Cyrus Greene had no time to think further - he pulled the trigger on his M1911A1, shooting the youth who had been shouting. The guy took a bullet to the shoulder and fell screaming. When the other young men saw that Cyrus Greene meant business, they quickly raised their hands and fearfully backed away.

"Angie, Angie!" After taking down one and forcing the others back, Cyrus Greene rushed forward to pull up Angelina Lawrence who was lying on the bed. But this girl wasn't just drunk - she had likely been drugged as well, and her consciousness was unclear.

"Damn it!" Cyrus Greene had to forcibly drag Angie up and help her off the bed. There wasn't even time to grab her original clothes - they could only stumble out of the room.

Outside in the hallway, a casino bouncer who heard the gunshot came running. But when he saw the crazed-looking Cyrus Greene charging out of the room with his gun raised, he immediately raised his hands to show he meant no harm and stepped aside.

Cyrus Greene quickly left the hallway and returned to the first basement level via the stairs. The first-floor bar was still packed with people who were either drunk or high on marijuana, all of them writhing to the chaotic heavy metal music.

Cyrus Greene was now desperate to leave this dingy bar, desperately trying to push through the crowd while supporting Angie. But just as he reached the bar's entrance, he saw the tall and burly Potaski brothers stumbling down the stairs from ground level.

At the same time, the casino bouncer from the second basement level had also run up, and he immediately shouted to the Potaski brothers, "Hey, Ivan, catch that guy, he shot Cooper!"

Although the bar's noisy atmosphere prevented the bouncer's shout from spreading far, his raised hand gestures and anxious expression caught the Potaski brothers' attention. Especially when they followed the bouncer's indication and saw Cyrus Greene pushing through the crowd, they immediately realized something was wrong.

"Hey, kid, I've been looking for you! You lied to us, there were no police arresting drug dealers on 198th Street." Ivan's muscular hands pushed people aside, and with an angry face, he forcibly cleared a path through the crowd, quickly closing in on Cyrus Greene.

With danger approaching and backed into a corner, Cyrus Greene didn't hesitate for a moment. He quickly drew his gun and aimed at the Russian just a few meters away, pulling the trigger.

The fierce-looking Ivan's face contorted, but seeing the gun barrel, he immediately let out a strange cry and ducked down, now somewhat regretting why he had cleared the people in front of him so thoroughly, leaving hardly anyone to block the bullets.

Bang bang bang... Cyrus Greene repeatedly pulled the trigger, the gun's recoil numbing his entire arm. The gunshots finally overpowered the bar's music, and the hundreds of people in the bar immediately started screaming in panic, looking around trying to figure out what was happening.

Chaos was inevitable.