As night fell, darkness covered the land. The city of Chicago on the shores of Lake Michigan is still brightly lit, the third largest city in the United States, the Windy City, the home of skyscrapers, and she has many names.

Marina City, commonly known as the Corn Building, because of its resemblance to a corn cob, has successfully become a landmark in Chicago, appearing in a large number of related film and television works and promotional brochures. The mixed-use building, which consists of two 61-storey, 179-meter-high residential towers, has a unique design of a "city within a city". It contains a restaurant, a theater, a bowling alley, and a marina with a capacity of 700 boats.

Tonight, in the restaurant on the top floor of the city of Marina, a gala dinner was held to honor the outstanding contributors to the city's policing, and the men and women of society in various evening dresses laughed heartily in the staggered cups and plates, and one business cooperation after another was easily concluded between the collision of wine glasses, which represented a million-dollar transaction. In the crowd, scantily clad courtesans flex their charms and attack young talents or single men with white beards. In this luxurious and confusing space, a black-haired man with a jade ring in his hand curled the corners of his mouth and smiled charmingly. "Sir, would you like a glass of champagne?" A waiter asked politely. "Okay, thanks." The brunette man grabbed a glass of champagne and strolled out onto the terrace. Taking a sip of wine, the man looked straight at the old town in the north, and a little starlight was reflected in his deep dark eyes, as if the entire Milky Way was contained in his eyes.

Beginning in the 1950s, Chicago's upper-middle-class residents gradually began to migrate to the suburbs, leading to the decline and impoverishment of many parts of the city's center. The current mayor, Richard M. M. Daley, the former mayor of the city, is the former mayor of Richard D. The son of J. Daly, his policies focused on improving the quality of Chicago's living environment, implementing projects to revitalize declining neighborhoods, improve urban infrastructure, and urban landscapes along lakes and rivers. But that can only change part of the neighborhood, and in Old Town, South Chicago, the crowded streets and compact houses still make it as dark and damp as Copan in Batman, as if it were a breeding ground for deadly viruses.

In the dim darkness of the night, two SUVs and a medium-sized container truck ghostly drove into an abandoned factory. When the vehicles came to a steady stop side by side, several headlights suddenly lit up in the darkness on the opposite side.

"Hey, Doug, you son of a bitch, turn off the headlights." A rough voice came from a group of big men who got out of the SUV. With this voice, the car on the opposite side turned the high beam to the low beam, and a group of big men also came down, and the submachine guns in their hands and bulging waists showed that they were not to be messed with.

"Hahahaha, Diego, my old friend, don't be angry, I'm kidding you, it's damn boring." A fat man with a cigar in his mouth laughed and walked out of the crowd with open arms, and hugged a small man in the gang, "You have to let my old bones come out to move on this cold night, you have to let me have some fun." Okay, okay, don't be upset, we'll have two drinks after the deal is over, how about a good whiskey. "You old thing, okay, okay, hurry up and inspect the goods, don't lie to me for a while, it has to be the best whiskey." The little man with long curly hair waved his hand behind him and stepped aside on the fat man's shoulder.

Two big men came out of the crowd and threw their guns behind their backs, one left and one right opened the back compartment of the container truck, and a cold mist spread out, revealing the true face of the container. At this time, a white strong man came out of the middle of the subordinates brought by the fat man, pulled out a wide dagger from his waist, and stuck it in one of the ends, and with a great effort, cut a big hole, and several packets of white powder fell out of the mouth, and the man licked it with his fingers, and turned around and said, "No problem, boss." "Haha" The fat man leaning on a car patted the little man on the shoulder and laughed heartily, "Diego is an old friend, it's definitely okay, it's just routine." Isn't it, although we are engaged in illegal trading, but there are some procedures in the public that are worth learning from. Okay, give the money to our friends. Two large travel bags were thrown on the ground, and the little man's hand unzipped them, and a dozen dozen green bills in the bags were exposed to the light and smelled seductively, and the man picked up a few rolls of bills and examined them, and nodded at the little man Diego. Seeing that the deal was completed, Diego also smiled, patted the fat man on the back, and laughed loudly: "Come on Doug, take out your good wine, it's damn cold, you should go to our Mexico for a vacation, I'll treat you well......"

Bang! Bang! Dadada!! Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire in the entire warehouse, and with several gunshots, first the lights of the two gangs were extinguished, and then a series of three bursts of gunfire rang out, and the two gangs were immediately knocked down by several people. Angry scolding, moaning, and screams after being shot filled this abandoned factory, the rest of the people quickly hid behind the car, took out their guns and shot blindly in the dark, Diego grabbed Doug's collar and asked angrily: "Hell, what the is going on, don't you white pigs know to clear the market before trading?" "Shut up, idiot, of course we checked, who knows when they came." The fat man was also angry, and shouted loudly, "Who is it?" We're the Irish Gang, you know, you bitches, you messed with people you shouldn't have, I swear, if we knew who you were, we'd skin you alive, and your family, I swear! ”

However, the only answer in the darkness was the rhythmic sound of gunfire without the slightest hesitation. The gunfire lasted for about 5 minutes, and the silence returned to the factory, and ghostly figures slowly walked out of the shadows, these gunmen wearing night vision devices on their faces and holding various assault rifles in their hands vigilantly aimed at the corpses on the ground, their posture and silent pace showed their good professionalism.

"Safety." "Safety." The gunners checked their respective directions, and the indifference in the concise tactical jargon literally penetrated the hearts of the people. A giant man in the lead, oh, for a humanoid object that is more than two meters tall and muscular enough to almost tear his clothes, we can only describe it like that. He glanced at the bloody battlefield, picked up two bags of money and threw them on the container truck, turned his head and gave an order: "Clean up the battlefield, eliminate traces, drive the car to the assembly point, and move." The other gunners nodded, and scattered to move skillfully and quickly.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the movements of his subordinates, the giant man walked outside the factory, and under the light of the moon, the giant man showed his face, the bald head with protruding blood vessels and the angular face, and the beard on his chin that was as hard as a steel needle, enough to make anyone shudder in front of him. The giant man's gaze looked at the city of Marina, a few kilometers away, nodded at it, and then jumped into the car coming from behind and disappeared into the night, until this time, the belated police car on the far corner of the street whistled with its police lights on.

The black-haired man on the rooftop took another sip of wine and smiled even brighter.

"Hi Lee. Why are you here, why don't you go to find some beautiful women inside, your appearance is in demand inside, haha. A middle-aged white man with gray temples, also holding a glass of champagne, came up behind him, and his hearty smile had a natural affinity.

"Oh, come on, Cossack. You know I don't like those scenes. The black-haired man kept a smile and turned around to touch his glass, and whispered, "It's impossible for someone from my background to fit into that kind of occasion, so don't be embarrassed for me, it's you, how to get rid of those women with excess hormones." ”

Kossac. Dawson, from a modest Chicago family, is a lawyer, philanthropist, and congressional candidate...... Well, this string of titles all shows his decent status and prominent status. At this moment, our lawyer blinked like a child and lowered his voice: "Lee, don't say that, you must know that I am a famous gentleman, a model of self-cleanliness, and even one of the candidates for the next Senate." Then he turned his face to the darkness, "Besides, I haven't forgotten how disgusting and filthy this circle is. ”

The black-haired man smiled unchangeably, his lips barely moving, but his voice was clear to Kossack's ears. "Shut up, Kossack, you need to know how hard it is for us to get you to this position, stop talking about it, all you need to do is show your mercy and nobility to the world, so as to get the place you deserve. Compared to the people in it, only you know what the people at the bottom really need, don't you, of course, you have to let the top get what they want, these are the things we have to consider, go ahead, leave me alone, I shouldn't be in this place, and letting those pervasive paparazzi photograph you with me won't help your campaign. ”

"Hey, I just fancy that there aren't too many reporters at this banquet, so I made an appointment with you here." Dawson pouted.

"What's wrong, campaign funds are running out again?"

"Yes, it's a bottomless job, and it's not enough."

"I'll give you another two million, there is only so much liquidity at present, save some flowers, the brothers have been working hard for this recently."

"I'm so embarrassed."

"Okay, each in his own right, all you have to do is to be that damn councilor, your cultivation and perfect political face are born to do this, do you expect Locke to go to school in leather shoes to condole, he will make the big guys cry when he laughs. Alright, Kossack, go back to where you need to go" The black-haired man glanced at the reception, "That's where you shine, do your duty, make the best use of your things, and what you need to do is not let the blood and sweat of your brothers go to waste." ”

Dawson put away his smile and whispered reverently, "Follow your teachings, Lord Grand Priest." ”

"It doesn't have to be like this, all the disciples in the sect are equal, you are rising step by step, and naturally the brothers also have endless benefits. By the way, there is a piece of magata, you can carry it with you, you can usually dispel illness and exorcise evil spirits, and you can also defend yourself at critical moments, the use method is very simple, you can hold it in your hand and throw it out, there is also a talisman here, there is a talisman in it, which can keep you safe for five minutes, and I or other sacrificial wine will sense it when Magatama is broken, you can rest assured. After saying that, the black-haired man handed Dawson a talisman bag and a hook with a rope, and Dawson quickly hung the talisman bag around his neck, and the hook jade was tied around his wrist, thanked the man again, and then turned around and walked into the house.

"Oh, Dawson, where have you been, come and meet our guardian of Chicago, Sheriff Will."

Dawson raised the wine glass in his hand to the two white men who greeted him: "Don't laugh at me when you say it, I just drank a little too much, and went to the balcony to blow the wind." Chief Will, this toast toasts, Chicago's crime rate has dropped by 5 percentage points this year under your protection, which is a remarkable achievement, and I am confident that this city will become more and more livable in your efforts. ”

Will's occupational illness caused him to glance at the balcony behind Dawson, but it was empty, there was nothing, so he raised his glass and smiled: "You are so polite, this is the result of the efforts of all the police officers, we will not be proud of this, but will use this achievement to spur ourselves and keep our city away from crime." ”