Chapter 124: Meeting The Boss
When Max stepped out of the car and into the hangar base, something immediately caught him off guard, the sheer number of people.
It wasn’t just the ten or so guys from the van.
There were way more.
Outside, some were lifting crates, hauling gear, or sparring in the dirt like it was routine. A couple of them were just goofing off, drifting cars in wide, loud circles, tires screeching against the cracked concrete.
In total, Max counted at least fifty members, maybe more. That was a lot. Sure, it matched the number of delinquents he’d fought back in school, but for a street gang? This was a whole different level.
Compared to a group like the Pit, these guys are stacked, Max thought. Bigger numbers usually mean more power. And this isn’t just a gang... this is something else.
The whole vibe... it feels like they’re one step away from being classified as a full-blown organized crime group. But if they’re still under someone else’s command, then whoever’s above them must be massive.
He followed Dud through the open hangar doors.
Inside, rows of long tables had been set up. Packages were being sorted, taped, labeled, loaded. Guys moved in and out with practiced efficiency. It looked less like a gang hideout and more like a small-scale shipping operation.
So this is it, Max thought. According to Dipter, this is where they got their packages. Dud’s crew handles the intake, and Dipter’s old crew handled distribution. That’d explain why they’re so large, they’re not just a gang. They’re a subdivision. A part of something even bigger.
And I can’t forget... somehow that idiot Chad managed to misplace one billion. A full billion, gone. That money’s being filtered down through all the connected groups. Since Dud’s crew is on the lower end of the ladder, they’ve probably only seen scraps of it... but even scraps from a billion could change everything.