"Isn't Brother Shao just wanting such a result? Without those people from you, I wouldn't have been able to clean up those big enterprises at once, in the final analysis, Brother Shao is capable, I just contribute, and compared with these superiors of the 'Black Crow', I am still a chick. Hua Qingyi waved his hand, the siren outside was getting closer and closer, he glanced out, this moment the director of Moro can be regarded as a bumper harvest, including the corpses here, the Sicilian general underworld can be regarded as a pot.

"Hua Shao is modest, but if you didn't change it without permission this time, these people wouldn't have to die."

"Brother Shao, is this blaming the little brother?" Hua Qingyi ruffled his hair, and a thick smoke spat out of his mouth. "I think if I don't do this, these people won't show their true colors, does Brother Shao want to keep these wolves who can't keep their families? It's better to settle the goods at both ends than to solve them as soon as possible, don't you say? Lucifer. ”

Lucifer threw the rose cane in his hand on the cart. "Xiao Rin didn't show up."

"Yes, Hua Shao, didn't you promise me that as long as the news here is spread, he will be there, why haven't you seen anyone else so far, is it possible that there is a ...... between you?"

"Brother Shao, if you don't believe in my brother's words so much, we don't have to do business, what I want is Wang Zhantian's head, I don't care what you want, I'll let this old guy go for the time being to sell you face, but if you keep doubting me like this, then we have nothing to talk about." Hua Qingyi picked up the rose cane on the cart and looked at it a few times, and threw it on the cart with a bang. Brother Shao didn't want to think about it. What you are holding in your hand is our Hua family's life and death talisman, even if I am unhappy, I don't dare to disobey you, I can't get a good book, I can't do this kind of loss-making business, and ah, next time this kind of inferior fake will not be brought out, I believe that Nicholas can see at a glance that this is the biggest failure today. ”

Hua Qingyi jumped on the windowsill, waved at the people behind him, and jumped out from the third floor.

Police cars have driven into the entire estate. Heavily armed men burst into the hall with AKs, and a scene of fighting was caught red-handed, and no one could escape with evidence.

Moro, who was guarding the yin and yang line, had been worried, and more than half an hour had passed since the appointed time, and the mobile phone on his chest had never rang.

"Director!" One of his men hurried up to Moro with a communications device.

"What's the matter?" Moro roared in a terrible mood.

"There was a call over there, except for the five major families in Sicily, most of the underworld organizations were captured, Ma Xin and Cai Fanglin from Chinatown were killed on the spot, and the arms wounded Mozarafi also died on the spot."

"Oh? Is it? Moro suddenly saw a light in front of him. Are you sure of the source of this news? ”

"Yes, the captain of the team leader has already closed the team. On the way back. ”

"Good!" Moro was relieved for the most part, but he made a package ticket in front of the mayor. If it's yellow again, it's really going home and eating your own.

"Director, Director, your phone is ringing." The subordinates reminded Moro who was secretly having fun.

"Keep an eye on what's going on inside, and don't let anyone go." Moro glanced at the unfamiliar phone number and stepped aside. "Hello?"

"Director Moro, are you satisfied with the gift I left you?" As soon as Moro heard the other party's voice, he immediately smiled and narrowed his eyes.

"Mr. Shao, you are too polite. I really don't know how to thank you for such a big gift. "It's a great achievement to capture half of the Sicilian underworld, and Moro felt a golden light jumping in front of his eyes.

"Director Moro likes it, we have the opportunity to cooperate in the future, you can go and see your account tomorrow morning, I think the turnover fee given to you last time was not less used on those heads!"

"Where, where. Thank you so much, Mr. Shao, for still thinking about this. Moro immediately lowered his voice. Mr. Shao, there doesn't seem to be any movement on the yin and yang lines, it's already eight o'clock in the evening, and no one inside has come out. Do you think I'm going to remove the line? ”

"Soon, you wait, get your people ready."

"Ah, yes, yes!" The other party hung up the phone, and Moro returned to the cordon from the new station.

The yin-yang line is a wall between Vice City and Heaven, it is not completely enclosed in this wall, it has a gap, and this gap cannot be blocked, because this gap connects the whole of Palermo, once it is closed, then the whole city will be divided into two, and it will become an independent city of two countries, which is not what the mayor wants to see now, and judging from the profits handed over by Vice City, he is not willing to risk that land has something to say.

And 'Wagonnay' is located in the middle of the yin and yang line between Sin City and Heaven, it can be said that it is close to the edge of Palermo, like a mountain pressing on this line, and the geographical environment caused by nature makes him firmly step on the upper reaches of these two areas, becoming a middle point, and at the same time forming another force, the habitat of the three giants.

Moro mentioned that if someone came out of it and did not listen to the dissuasion, they would be thrown directly into the prison car that was set up in the back, and if it was a gangster, it would be unkind, and it would be considered that the perpetrator would be killed, and in short, no one should be put into heaven without an order from above.

Time is passing by minute by minute, and the gap in the black pressure has a strange sound, so that the police car that has begun to relax violently fights the spirit, and there are a gang of murderers living inside, unlike the Sicilian mafia, they don't talk about any morality, seeing blood is an excited beast, killing people in it is not illegal, but robbing and killing women and children is another matter, the lord of the evil city is the law is the sanction, he allows someone to break the law, but does not allow anyone to bully the weak.

Moro stood in front of his car, his eyes staring at the gap for a moment, someone walked out of it, the strange sound sounded like there was a heavy object being dragged out step by step, the car's big lights hit the gap, and the shadow that was folded out was magnified little by little.

"Oh, what kind of monster is this?" Moro shouted at the people next to him, he never seemed to have entered this sin city since he became the director, and now he was not in the mood to enter, could it be that the people inside were the same as this person?

The dirty cloak was exaggerated on the frame that did not match the size, and the right hand was inserted in the cloak, as if something was hidden in it, and the shoulder was tilted, and the long right leg was dragged forward, step by step, vigorously and slowly.

"It's a cripple!" Seeing the people coming out of the gap in the black pressure, the highly alert policeman immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Find someone to drive him back." Moro glanced at the cripple with a look of disgust.

A policeman got out of the car, and he shouted at the moving man with a loudspeaker in his hand. "Stop, if you go any further, you're going to shoot."

The lame man hung his head down, his hair hanging long like a bird's nest on both sides, and he did not react at all to the noise coming from in front of him, and stepped out with one foot, followed with his right leg, and then stepped out again, and then slowly moved away from the interception point.

"Director, look over there, how do I feel that something is wrong with this person, you see that his hands are always in his clothes, could he be a terrorist?" The policeman on the side reminded Moro once again that Sin City was home to extremely brutal people, and he did not dare to be careless.

"Send two people up and throw him into the prisoner cart behind, and if you dare to resist, you can just kill him." Moro didn't care who this person was, as long as he disobeyed the order to kill.

Two policemen jumped into the cordon, they cautiously approached the lame man, and at a distance of about a meter from him, one of the policemen jumped up violently, crushed the lame man under him, and subdued him to the ground without any effort.

The policeman who pounced on him was stunned for a moment, it seemed to be much easier than expected, and he looked at his companion with a puzzled expression, as if to say if he had made a mistake, but soon he was stunned by the stench emanating from the lame's body.

"Get up! Hurry up for me, you drunkard! He pulled up the lame man lying on the ground, and out of him came a puddle of water, with a strong smell of wine, and sparse shards of glass.

"You broke my wine!" The cripple seemed to be frowning, and he shook the shards of glass off his body, muttering in a muddy voice.

"What? Say it again! Do you have any opinion on breaking your wine? The policeman, who was dragging the lame man in one hand, raised a syllable, but he didn't hear what the guy was saying, so he bent down and leaned in.

"I'll make you pay me for the wine!" The cripple suddenly grabbed the policeman's head and dragged him in the direction of his abdomen.

"Ahh Before the policeman, who had been watching the joke, heard his companion scream like a pig, and saw him bent over, his whole head wrapped in his loose clothes, one hand that looked like a lame hand, and the other waved irregularly.

"Compensate me for the wine! If you don't accompany me, save me, kill you! This time the policeman heard what the cripple was saying, and he picked up the baton from his waist and slammed it at the cripple's back, oblivious to the fact that his companion was still in his hands.

"Hmm!" The cripple who had been hit by the voltage let out a groan of pain, and the man bowed forward and pressed the policeman below him to the ground.

There was a click, like a bone breaking.

The policeman who was standing had his mouth open, and he was the only one who could hear the slight click, and he pointed his baton at the lame man. "Get up, bastard! Dare to beat Lao Tzu, have you lived enough? ”

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