"Hmm!"

The blow that pierced the heart from the back was far less easy than it might have been.

Although Douglas leaped down, with the help of gravity, the knife was only the key to Scarface's initial puncture.

Although Scarface's death was only a matter of time depending on the severity of the injury, Douglas immediately let go of the handle of the knife and held his fallen body with one hand, holding his mouth with the other.

This action was held for several seconds, until the sparkle in Scarface's eyes completely disappeared and his body gradually stopped twitching, and Douglas slowly lowered the body to the ground.

He adjusted Scarface to lie down with his face on the ground, so that he could not pull out the short knife behind his back for a while.

The boy knew very well that if a vital point like the heart was hit, the amount of bleeding would not be small, and the noise made when squirting blood and the subsequent smell of blood were likely to expose his actions in advance.

Douglas was just here to kill people tonight, and he didn't want to be besieged by seven or eight strong men in his tracks.

This is not only out of responsibility for their own safety, but also for the next step of the plan to be smoothly promoted.

The boy fumbled around Scarface's corpse and quickly found the ignition equipment that had been prepared, and he adjusted the position of the fuel to make sure Scarface's corpse would be burned before the warehouse collapsed, before pulling out a dagger with one hand and igniting a spark with the other.

In an instant, a scorching flame erupted from the cramped warehouse, illuminating the otherwise dark world!

Douglas deliberately mimicked Scarface's tone in a hoarse voice and shouted, "Run!" Then, before anyone else noticed, he quickly scurried back to the beam through the rope.

Below, relentless tongues of fire spread everywhere, and the flames soon reached uncontrollable levels with the help of various combustibles.

The fishermen didn't even notice that someone was using a narrow dark grid to escape the fire, and they screamed loudly as they screamed and rushed towards the "only" exit.

This haphazard escape quickly turned into a fist and kick fight, so much so that the fishermen barely managed to get out of the danger until Douglas had left the fire for minutes.

Unfortunately, in the process, three people were unable to evacuate safely due to stampedes and other reasons, and now the fire has intensified, and all that awaits them is the fate of hiding in the flames.

As for the group of people who managed to escape...

It's not that they didn't want to save people, but the fear of escaping death and their scarred bodies quickly made them choose between escape and rescue.

Several big men didn't even hesitate, and slipped away without a trace in a blink of an eye.

It was only after they were far away that Douglas slowly walked out of his hiding place, and beside him, Hagrid and others, who had been waiting for a long time, also surrounded him at this time.

Hagrid: "Boss, this..."

Douglas: "Don't ask anything, start with our own warehouses and set fire to the labeled warehouses around us, as I told you before." ”

Hagrid: "Yes! What about you, boss? ”

Douglas: "Stay safe, leave a route for retreat, and don't worry about anything else." ”

"Understood!"

Hagrid nodded violently, and then began to light the warehouses of the other fish stalls around him with a few savvy and capable children.

Obviously, with the experience of murder, these children have become much calmer than before, and in the face of the raging fire, they are even calmer than the adults before, and under the leadership of Hagrid, the area where the flames spread rapidly expanded!

As for Douglas, after leaving the arson scene, he changed into clean clothes as quickly as possible, washed the blood off his body with seawater by the way, and then sneaked around the fire before the spreading fire alarmed more people, and when Hagrid's work was over, he found a suitable time to rush into the fire to put out the fire.

… Doesn't that sound contradictory?

In fact, if you don't know how the whole thing is going on, it can be confusing to cut this paragraph alone.

So, let's just set back the clock a little bit by two or three hours.

When night had just covered the fishing port, and Scarface and his party were not daring to act immediately, Douglas had already avoided everyone's eyes and ears, and secretly made his way to the largest warehouse at the end of the slum's west side.

As Haier's own property, it is an inviolable place for fishermen living nearby.

Even a retarded person like Ke Wende, when he mentioned the Haier boss who connected the city inside and outside the city, he could only show a frightened and sycophantic smile.

On the one hand, it is true that most of Douglas's peers are not ambitious, but on the other hand, it also reflects the difference in strength between the two sides, which is so huge that the slum minions can't afford to fight against it at all.

Don't get me wrong, the boy didn't mean that Haier's personal strength was desperately strong.

It's just that Haier, who has a dependency with the gangs in the city, can easily obtain advanced weapons that many fishermen find difficult to obtain. With these firearms and the abundant manpower he had gathered to cling to his power, he had a firm grip on all fishing and sea activities in the ports of the Western End, and no one dared to challenge his authority.

However, this time, Douglas is about to brush this tiger whisker!

Before the arson operation began, Douglas was like an unpredictable prophet, and while evading the detection of the sentry post, he touched the bedroom where Hale lived.

He used the knife in his hand to pry open the glass of the back window, and then easily climbed into the extraordinarily delicately furnished room. However, Haier himself was not in this room.

Douglas was not surprised by this, he adjusted to the darkness a little, and quickly settled on the position of the bed.

The boy lifted the quilt, and a woman who was tied up immediately appeared in front of him.

The woman was about seventeen or eighteen years old, similar in size to Douglas, her eyes were blindfolded, her mouth was sealed, and only her nose was exposed to keep her breathing, but even though she could not see most of her facial features, the young man still knew very well that the young woman in front of her was Mr. Simpson's wife, whom he had just married the previous year.

In contrast, the reason why she was arrested here is not difficult to guess.

Combined with Haier's usual lecherous hooligan style, forcibly robbing a people's girl is not news to them at all.

Douglas leaned down and untied the black cloth that blindfolded the woman, but instead of loosening the other ropes of confinement, he whispered in her ear.

Douglas: "Mrs. Simpson, please don't be afraid, I'm here to save you." ”

He stared at the other with ice-blue eyes, and slowly, the woman's frightened struggle subsided—she apparently believed Douglas's words.

"I can't untie you for the time being, let alone take you out of here, but please don't worry, as long as everything goes well, Haier will die tonight."

The boy's tone was very serious, and there seemed to be some kind of magic in the tone of the tone that changed very little, and it made such a ridiculous conversation reasonable.

Seeing that the woman did not resist, Douglas continued to speak: "I will hide you under the bed in a while, please close your eyes, and do not act rashly no matter what you hear... Also, can I borrow your skirt and use it? ”