After taking Arthur home, Matthew drove out of Little Italy and stepped on the gas pedal on 22nd Avenue downtown.

There is a pharmacy in Wood's name, which is one of the places where Wood conducts illegal drug dealing. He was targeted by the FDA not for drug trafficking, but for illegal trafficking in narcotics and tranquilizers. Wood wasn't directly involved in the drug deal, he was a middleman for the Gandolfil family, and Matthew knew that what he wanted was hidden in that drugstore.

With the huge eye in the sky still flashing in his mind, Matthew shook his head as he drove, allowing himself to clear the horrible hallucination. He thought to himself that it must be a side effect of the sleeping ketone he had taken before, and in order to get closer to Wood and win his trust, he also became an addict. However, he hadn't taken any medicine for several days, and there was no reason for him to suddenly hallucinate, but it was okay that it gave him a chance.

The car drove but fast, heading north from Sixth Avenue with a green light ahead of it, and Matthew sped up trying to rush through. At this time, he found that Wood, who was sitting in the passenger seat, moved his body, as if he was about to wake up, so he braked sharply, and the car stopped at the intersection suddenly. Wood, who was not wearing a seatbelt, threw himself out again, hit his head on the windshield again, and with a "bang", bounced back into his seat, and fainted again.

The green light turned red.

Ten minutes later, Matthew pulled up in front of the New London Pharmacy on 22nd Avenue, which had long since closed. Matthew got out of the car, opened the passenger door, and carried the unconscious Wood out of the car. Matthew looked very thin, but he had a lot of strength, and he hunched the pot-bellied Wood on his back, slipped to the side door of the pharmacy, and then took the key from Wood's pocket to open the door, and the two entered the pharmacy together.

Kicking open the door to the pharmacy office, Matthew panted and threw Wood onto the couch, then opened a cabinet next to the couch with a black safe inside. In addition to the password disk, the safe also has a fingerprint reader, which is the latest fingerprint password safe, which uses an optical fingerprint reader, which requires the password to be paired with the user's fingerprint to open.

After learning the password to the safe, Matthew tried to extract Wood's fingerprints many times, but Wood was always very careful, and Matthew never had a chance. And in the safe, there is a roster of some of the poisonous heads in the Manhattan area, which records a lot of important information. With this information, the FDA will be able to eliminate a number of organizations that are involved in trafficking and using illegal drugs and drugs in New York. In this way, Matthew's undercover career for several years was not in vain.

Thinking back to the years of being undercover in the gang and the pain of his sister's death, Matthew felt his hands tremble slightly. But for some reason, that eye appeared in his mind again, that huge and terrifying eye suspended in the sky.

Calming down, Matthew turned the password disk of the safe, which he had only recently retrieved from Wood when the two of them had taken metallone together. The next thing to do is to press Wood's finger on the fingerprint and twist the handle to open the safe. Matthew moved the couch to bring Wood closer to the safe, then pulled his hand over the safe, the latest optical fingerprint scan.

Before the invention of the capacitive fingerprint device, the optical fingerprint device was the only fingerprint reading instrument, which could be deceived by fake fingerprints, so Wood has always been very good at protecting his fingerprints. When Matthew took Wood's hand and moved it towards the fingerprint device, Wood's hand, which was as weak as a puddle of mud, suddenly grabbed Matthew's wrist, and the other hand strangled Matthew's neck, pulling him down on the couch.

Wood was as strong as a brute bull, and Matthew was not small, but he was unguarded and restrained by Wood. It turned out that after the second impact of the traffic light, Wood did not faint again, he gradually woke up. But Matthew's unusual behavior alerted him, and he endured the pain in his head to see what Matthew wanted to do. It wasn't until he pulled himself into the pharmacy office and opened the safe that Wood realized that this kid who had a lifelong relationship with him wanted to steal his roster?

He's an undercover agent.

Wood feigned to be unconscious, he knew that Matthew needed his fingerprints to open the safe, and he waited for the moment when Matthew held his hand and pressed it towards the fingerprint device. Matthew underestimated Wood's city and endurance, but if it weren't for the accident on the road and the eye in the sky, Matthew wouldn't have taken the risk of stealing the roster with this opportunity.

His throat was tightly choked by Wood's thick arms, unable to breathe, and the tendons on his neck were red from suffocation, and he was dying. His brain began to lack oxygen, his hands and feet were losing control little by little, and he felt that the muscles in his whole body were slowly softening, which was the taste of death. Wood was killed, and he didn't even want to leave a living mouth to ask for clarification.

Those who eat drugs are licking blood on the head of the knife, either you die or I die.

Matthew's pupils began to dilate, life passed rapidly, and many images began to flow before his eyes. Nebraska's barren meadows, endless blue skies and farmlands, huge cooling towers and huge winds, blowing mightily on the unobstructed plains, white smoke from the cooling towers billowing into the air and then disappearing with the wind, just like his soul about to pass away with the wind. Nothing came to his mind when he came to New York, the garage, his sister, the FDA, Palin, Hympenone, Wood, Gandolfel, the things that were haunting him and almost driving him crazy.

Years of undercover life, darkness, drugs, guns, violence, gambling, loveless sex, the pain of losing a loved one, and the horror of dancing on the brink of death, like thick oil paint painted all over his life, but erased all this, his background is still the teenager who grew up in Nebraska, holding his sister's hand and walking on the farm wilderness. There the sky was high and the clouds were low, and he saw the wooden fence on the grass and the Aermotor pumping windmill, which kept spinning and turning, slower and slower, slower and slower......

The office door was slammed open, and a tall man in a black sweatshirt appeared at the door, he saw Wood holding Matthew, Matthew's face was red and his eyes were about to die, he decisively raised the gun in his hand and shot Wood at the sofa.

With a "bang", the bullet flew out of the muffler barrel and into the center of Wood's head. Even at close range, it is very difficult to shoot a person in the head with a pistol. In pistol counter-fire, the aim is always at the opponent's torso rather than the head. Only the top gunners, who are extremely familiar with firearms and ballistics, have the confidence to blow the opponent's head with one shot.

It was Russell Russell, the "death gunman", who shot him, probably the best marksmanship "figure" in the New York area.

Fifteen minutes ago he received a call from Abramo, Abu gave him Matthew's home address, contact number and license plate number, and Russell called Matthew, but no one answered. He set off to go to Matthew's place to squat at him, but Anna pestered Russell and refused to let go. Russell obeyed Arthur's instructions and took Anna with him, but after getting into the car, he reached the first intersection, Russell wanted to go straight, but Anna grabbed his arm and pointed to the right to signal him to turn right.

Anna stared straight at Russell, and the clear eyes made Russell unable to refuse, so Russell had to turn right.

Under Anna's guidance, in ten minutes, Russell drove to 22nd Avenue and saw the Mazda 929 parked in front of the pharmacy.

Russell immediately pulled over, entered the pharmacy through the open side door with a gun, heard a noise in the office, and went in to see Wood trying to kill Matthew. Russell didn't know Matthew, but Abu said on the phone that he was a very thin young man with long chestnut hair. Wood was blonde and fat, and Russell could tell the two at a glance and without hesitation shot him, killing Wood.

The arm around Matthew's neck slowly loosened, and the windmill began to spin again. Russell stepped forward and pulled Wood's arm away, pulled Matthew up and patted him on the face. Matthew's face was flushed, his neck was strangled with dark blue strangulation, he had already touched the brink of death, and his brain was confused by lack of oxygen. As soon as Russell let go, he fell to the ground again.

After slowing down for a while, he gradually woke up, feeling that his neck was almost broken, and his collarbone and cervical vertebrae seemed to be contusions and dislocations, and the pain was not good. Wood really did the killing hand, which is enough to show how important the contents of the safe are. Matthew glanced at Wood, who was lying on the couch, who had been shot in the center of the head, and was completely dead.

He was rescued by a tall man in a black sweatshirt who sat in a chair with a gun and looked at Matthew, who remembered that he knew him, that he was from the Luciano family. In the past, he always followed Tony Luciano and was said to be a terrible killer, but he only heard about it, and the two had nothing to do with each other. Judging by the fact that he killed Wood with one shot, the rumors are true.

"Thank you... Thank you. Matthew's throat hurt, his throat felt crumbled, and he squeezed out a thank you. He didn't know what Russell was trying to save him, his mind was all on the safe, but he couldn't open it. He spun around his head and tried to make up a reason why he and Wood had a conflict over something and that he was going to kill him. Yes, it's for the fight for drugs... No, why did he save himself? Is it also for the roster in the safe?

Matthew's mind was in turmoil, he felt tired all of a sudden, and the lack of oxygen in his brain left him with no strength to think about it anymore. He's tired, he's really tired, and for some reason, he's thinking of Nebraska again, of the farms and windmills of his hometown. He can't remember why he came to New York, why he went undercover, and what was he for? To survive? For the sake of justice? For revenge? Or nothing.

He was homesick.

At this time, Russell spoke, and said, "The godfather wants to see you, come with me." ”