A young Mexican-American man in his twenties was sweating profusely in an alley made of shipping containers, with stars above him, endless darkness in front of him, and the crisp sound of gunfire every few seconds.

Every gunshot sounded like a talisman, making the young man tremble like chaff, cold sweat was almost soaking through his clothes, he had participated in many gang fights, but there was no time like now when he was pressed to the ground and rubbed, hitting several magazines, and he didn't even know who the attacker was, how many people there were, and where, but his own people were blown into meat sauce by grenades one by one.

After the defense line collapsed and the remaining people began to flee in all directions, along the way, he saw four or five people running, and they were hit by bullets flying from nowhere, and they fell to the ground and died.

His favorite thing in the past was to torture people, watching with pleasure as the weak cried and begged for mercy in front of him, making them die slowly in fear and pain, full of the thrill of conquest.

But now he has personally experienced this fear, as if blindfolded by you, you can feel the burning sensation of the soldering iron, but he doesn't know when the soldering iron will be imprinted on your chest, this extreme fear is infinitely magnified in the narrow container alley in the dark night.

There was a very penetrating siren sound in the distance, the sound that would usually be very tired and scared after hearing it, at this moment it was so kind and tearful, that the person hurriedly ran in the direction where the siren came from.

Hearing three more gunshots, he finally ran out of this container, and saw several police cars with sirens coming in a row, and the gangster youth rushed to the police car without hesitation, shouting as he ran, as if he had seen a relative.

The police car stopped at a distance of twenty meters, the door opened, and seven or eight policemen walked down with guns and shouted at him: "Get on the ground and put your hands where you can see them." ”

The last syllable had just been shouted when 'Bang!' came from the container area in the distance. At the sound of a gunshot, the young man who had just raised his hands rushed forward, his head slamming heavily on the ground, and a hole in the back of his head flowed with red and white things.

All the police officers crouched down in unison, huddled behind the bulletproof door with bulletproof panels, and left only their gun-wielding hands outside. The container in front of it, shrouded in darkness, was full of shadows, and in every shadow there could be a thug who had just fired.

They only heard the gunshots, but they didn't see the muzzle fire, and they didn't know where to let the bullets fly, so they could only aim and fire indiscriminately to deter, but they didn't dare to leave the car door half a step, fire the gun, and call for support.

It didn't take long for the helicopter and the special police ESU to arrive, holding blast shields, wearing body armor, fully armed into the container area, the helicopter was cruising in the air, guarding, ESU carefully searched in the container group, spent several hours, turned over the place, and did not find a single living person.

There were only 33 intact corpses and some mutilated corpses, a large number of firearms, bullet casings, traces of various grenade explosions, and more than 700 kilograms of white powder.

There is no impermeable wall in the world, let alone the blockade of a busy dock, and anyone can think that there must be a big crime there, and reporters rush there as if they smell sweet honey. Even if they can't enter the scene due to the blockade, the body bags, weapons, white powder and other items that can be transported out are very in line with the characteristics of the gangsters fighting for profit, killing countless films of reporters in seconds.

The police remained silent about the incident, saying only that the case was still being solved and would not reveal any details. Therefore, after the news was broadcast on TV, it became a struggle for the interests of the gangsters, and by the way, they condemned the incompetence of the police department, and used taxpayers' money to buy so much equipment, but they could not maintain the law and order of the contract, and let the gangsters with a large number of weapons fight for the contract.

In a luxuriously decorated office, a middle-aged man with a bare head and only a little hair on both sides looked at the familiar dock on TV, his face was black and the bottom of the pot was fighting, he finally knew why the person who went out to pick up the goods had not heard from him for a long time, and the person who co-authored him was slaughtered again.

With an angry scolding, the remote control flew out and smashed on the TV screen, smashing the LCD screen, and the picture that made him extremely angry disappeared immediately. But smashing the TV was clearly not enough to ease his anger, and the middle-aged man stood up and threw everything he could on his desk out, making the clean and tidy office a mess in just over ten seconds.

If Grell or Mindy were here, they would definitely recognize this bald and greasy middle-aged man, who is Frank Amick, the enemy of Big Daddy and the biggest drug lord at the moment. The news on TV made Frank Amic angrily smash things and curse loudly: "Again, again, who is betraying me, finding you and absolutely chopping you up and feeding the dogs..."

Before he could finish scolding, the delicate and expensive office door opened, and a burly bald head in a black suit walked in with low eyebrows, as if he couldn't see the fragments of gold and jade porcelain all over the ground, and said very respectfully: "Boss, Parker Robbins is here, he wants to see you." ”

Frank Amic turned his head, his nose panted, and he said angrily: "Hmph, he still dares to come to me, I see that these losses have nothing to do with him, so I called Chris over and asked Robbins to wait in the living room." ”

"Yes, boss!" The bald fat man hurriedly retreated, for fear that he would be angry with the boss if he left late.

Frank Amick sat on the leather sofa with a gloomy face, looking out on both sides, and at the height of more than 40 floors, he could not help but give the illusion that everything was under his feet.

Looking at the low buildings in the distance, the sound of the wind suddenly sounded in his ears, which made Frank Amick's gloomy face smile, and when he turned his chair, he saw a red whirlwind whistling through the corridor and into the room, making all the papers in the room fly and become more messy.

But Frank Amic was not the least annoyed, but watched all this with pleasure, and the small red whirlwind, which was two meters high and more than one meter in diameter, stopped in front of his desk, revealing a teenager in a blood-red bodysuit, a red blindfold, and hair combed like a broom.