Beginning in 1843, potato late blight spread in North America and Europe, and a large number of potatoes were lost, triggering a terrible famine. Nearly 10,000 people died in the Netherlands, the next worst situation, and 1 million in the worst Irish. The biggest reason for such a tragic death toll is the perfunctory relief measures of the British government.

Irish immigrants to the United States came to the United States after 1843, and the arrival of Irish immigrants during this period formed the basis of the Irish immigrant population in the United States.

As white Catholics, they are different from the Anglo-Saxon Puritans who are the mainstream of American society, and when they first arrived in the United States, they were ostracized, discriminated against, and insulted by the locals. The tragic experience in Ireland and the ostracism they received after emigration quickly brought these Irish people together and developed a dynamic social organization, the Irish Gang.

Even today, some Irish communities are still very united, and they are closely organized by blood within themselves. If you mess with one, you mess with the whole community.

Dave. After the embezzlement of gold and goods, Boyle fled with his men back to the Irish community. Even the powerful Jin He couldn't find any means to punish this traitor for a while.

Bullseye's death nearly cut off his arm.

Dave already found out about Kim and offered a bounty on himself at the Continental, which made him more and more vigilant. All the gunmen patrol in shifts, and some of the hidden corners of the villa that may be infiltrated are manned by gunmen around the clock.

At the back door, two gunmen with bulging waists guarded here, their bodies covered in tattoos and bulging muscles about to tear through their cheap suits, the two of them surveyed everything around them with wary eyes. All Dave. Ibor's men knew how terrible the Assassins from the Continental Hotel were. Because their bosses often hire these assassins to eliminate their enemies.

In the dim light, a woman suddenly staggered over, she was obviously drunk to the point of confusion, her feet slipped, and she simply lay on the cold ground and fell asleep.

"Check it out!"

The two gunmen looked at each other and made a decision. Instead of making the neighborhood rich, the gangsters have made it poorer. Many daughters of poor families have to sell themselves in order to survive. It's not uncommon for this kind of drunk woman to come back.

"It's just a normal mark."

The two of them carefully examined it, and by the way, they rubbed the oil fiercely.

"Do you want to take it back?"

"Forget it, it's bad to be found out by the head, and she's a person in the community, and it's easy to get into trouble if something happens."

Somewhat regrettably, they returned to the back door of the villa and continued to vigilantly monitor the surrounding situation.

I don't know how long it was, but there was silence all around, except for the occasional snoring sound from the woman lying on the other side of the street.

"It doesn't look like anyone is coming, and the killer at the Continental Hotel is nothing more than that."

Said one of the gunmen.

Before his words could dissipate in the air, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air in the distance, and something was flying at a rapid speed.

"Whew!"

A card cut into the shape of a bat was stabbed into the throat of a gunslinger, severing his trachea and artery.

The remaining gunman was dumbfounded, and scrambled to pull out the pistol at his waist to warn, but before his hand could reach the handle of the gun, he was pierced in the throat by a flying card.

"Hiss..."

It was the sound of blood spurting out of the wound as it turned into a mist of blood.

A bat-like figure appeared at the back door, and it was Bruce who had transformed. Wayne's Broly. Because of the lack of time, he didn't have time to prepare, so he just bought a black sheet and cut a stack of bat darts with playing cards.

The financial resources are not enough, so I can only use my strength to make up for it. In his hand, the soft card is no different from steel, and it can still cut his throat dozens of meters apart.

Glancing at the woman lying on the street, Broly stepped into the villa. Wrapped in a black cloak, he landed silently, like a ghost.

Before the gunmen could react, their necks were broken and they died silently in the darkness.

Even if he was only able to use a tenth of his strength after transforming, it would be easy for Broly to kill these amateur gunslingers.

Soon, all the patrolling gunmen turned into corpses on the ground. The villa fell silent all of a sudden, except for the buzzing of insects.

The gunman upstairs finally sensed something was wrong:

"What's going on, guy below, report on the situation!"

No sound came, and the courtyard of the villa was as quiet as if it were dead.

A card arced through the air and plunged into his throat.

"Shhhhh

The gunman covered his neck, trying in vain to stop the blood, and staggered a few steps, and his body fell straight from the stairs. The whole villa suddenly woke up from the darkness, and the lights illuminated the inside and outside.

Finally, someone saw the corpse lying on the ground in the courtyard.

"The devil... It's the devil coming! ”

These gunmen take advantage of the notoriety of the Greyhound Gang, and as soon as they encounter a real enemy, they immediately fall into a panic. Someone picked up the rifle in his hand and fired indiscriminately into the courtyard, and for a moment, the gunfire was loud. Bullets smashed everything in the courtyard. But there was not even a shadow of the attacker.

Broly had already jumped onto the roof of the villa with a hook and quietly infiltrated the interior of the villa. Soon, the gunfire in the villa became sparse, and from time to time there were a few terrible screams. After a few more minutes, there was only an eerie silence in the villa.

The entire community woke up to the sound of gunfire, and the men took out their guns hidden in their homes and took to the streets, but the fighting in the villa ended too quickly for them to support.

At this time, the villa, which was still lit as daylight, was as terrifying as hell, and no one dared to go inside to see what was going on.

A woman blended in with the crowd and retreated away from the villa without a trace.

It's terrible, it's really terrible, is this really something that humans can do?

Eva. Lord could feel his heart pounding, almost out of his chest. She watched almost the whole time as Broly managed to kill all the gunmen with ease.

Throwing a card to kill people is simply miraculous, even if it is the legendary John. Wick won't be a match for this monster either.

Suddenly, she stopped in the middle of the crowd, like falling into an ice cellar.

"No, don't kill me."

Eva. Lord immediately showed a delicate and weak appearance, coupled with her gorgeous appearance, it was really pitiful for me. But the next moment, her soft body froze, and her ruddy skin instantly turned pale.

Her throat was slit.

"Auntie, you shouldn't be here, and you shouldn't put poison needles in the ring."

Broly said, shaking off the needle between his fingers.