From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 595

Chapter 595: The Sharp Arrow

The combined army of the Gilt Rats and the Black Hounds had started out struggling far more than they had ever anticipated. They were significantly higher in total numbers, outnumbering the defenders three to one. Because of that sheer mass, they arrogantly believed that their overall physical strength was infinitely greater as well. But right now, breaching the heavily fortified Fortis compound was proving incredibly difficult and bloody.

That stalemate was because of a number of highly calculated reasons. Although the total number of the Billion Bloodline group was smaller, they were far better equipped. They contained high-grade tactical equipment and reinforced riot armor that protected them rather well from some of the blunt objects and low-caliber fire the street thugs were throwing at them.

This military-grade gear even allowed them to safely fight in close quarters against those rabid attackers that had brought rough blades and machetes, shrugging off glancing blows that would have normally gutted an unarmored man.

When Max had ruthlessly taken over the Fortis group from Bobo, he hadn’t just taken their lucrative contracts. He had smartly kept a stockpile of their top-end security equipment they had in the armory, and over the past few months, he had quietly funneled his funds into purchasing even more.

Having a smaller, more elite group of core people naturally meant that the overhead costs of outfitting them were significantly less, allowing him to afford the best gear on the black market. But the advantage was more than just thick Kevlar and stun batons.

The Bloodline group were simply vastly better, more disciplined fighters than the syndicates expected.

Max knew through brutal experience that a traditional syndicate grew its strength in several different, predictable ways. They had already seen this flawed methodology with the political connections and bribes they had arrogantly tried to use in order to take the other Stern family members down in the corporate world.

And if it ever came down to an actual, physical street fight, a typical syndicate would usually only have a few specialized, elite enforcers that could actually deal with the heavy job, while the rest were just intimidating fodder.

Because, fundamentally, the primary goal of a syndicate was usually always just to make more money. Even if they spent resources to temporarily increase their street strength or buy new territory, it was ultimately just to expand their margins and make more money in the end. Greed was their driving engine.

This was partially true for Max as well in a lot of practical ways. But because of his ultimate, deeply personal goal of violently taking down the untouchable White Tigers, his methodology was entirely different. He had put a , exhausting amount of time and effort into rigorously training absolutely everyone under his banner.

He wanted to aggressively raise their actual combat strength and loyalty, not just build their collective wealth. Besides, he was far more focused on building his own personal wealth and influence through shadow companies rather than just inflating the public wealth of the street gangs themselves. He was building an army, not a cartel.

Lastly, the one major tactical factor that none of the attacking syndicate leaders would have ever expected was the person secretly orchestrating the defense. It was Vivian. The brilliant ex-strategist of the Black Hounds was actively helping out the Bloodline group from the top floor.

She was masterfully using the narrow path of the ruined entrance to her absolute advantage, perfectly utilizing the bottleneck as well as the rest of the elevated terrain surrounding the Fortis building to create lethal kill zones.

Right now, it was exactly as if a disorganized, medieval army had come to blindly attack a fortified, modern castle. Because of the cameras and her deep knowledge of syndicate tactics, she held the absolute advantage in positioning, intel, and even more than that—she knew exactly how her former bosses thought.

Originally, when this turf war first started brewing, Vivian wasn’t entirely so sure whose side she should actually be on. She was a pragmatist; she only wanted to pick the undeniable winning side in all of this bloodshed to ensure her own survival.

She had a sneaking idea that the Gilt Rats would eventually join the mess to crush the upstarts, but she never expected them to join forces with the Black Hounds and mobilize as heavily as they were doing right now. It was a terrifying display of unified power.

But there were two specific, defining things that made her stubbornly stick to the Bloodline group despite the overwhelming odds outside the window.

First, seeing Max’s absolute, unwavering conviction when she had first met with him. When he spoke, he was looking far, far beyond the petty street-level squabbles of the Gilt Rats and the Black Hounds.

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