In the dark alleyways.

Du Mu was covered with cold sweat, gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, reached out and groped for his left chest, pulled out the bullet in the wound, and threw it on the ground with a bang.

Looking at the wound where blood flowed out, Du Mu was afraid and angry in his heart.

"Damn the Silverring!"

Du Mu gritted his teeth.

He didn't expect the Silverring Gang to be so mad as to send gunmen against him!

Although the law and order in this neighborhood is chaotic, once there is a murder, the police will never sit idly by, aren't they afraid?

There was a dead silence in the alleyway, Du Mu covered his chest wound, leaned his back against the wall, and his expression changed between them.

Before that, the Silver Ring Gang seemed to him to be just an inappropriate gang organization, with little threat, at most relying on the strength of the crowd to intimidate ordinary people, but he was not afraid of this.

This is also the reason why Du Mu did not take the threat of Brother Hu and others in his eyes before.

But now, he had to admit that he was careless and underestimated the Silver Ring Gang, so much so that he almost died at the hands of the other party.

No matter how small the threat is, once ignored, it is even likely to develop to the point of threatening your own life!

Secretly alert in his heart, Du Mu then gritted his teeth hard and made up his mind.

"The Silverring Gang has already murdered me, and even if I escape tonight, I will definitely suffer more attacks in the future!"

"There's no way I'm going to be so lucky to get away with it every time!"

"Instead of bothering to guard against the enemy, it's better to take the initiative and nifle the threat!"

As he muttered to himself, the anger in Du Mu's tone gradually weakened, and was replaced by a cold killing intent.

Don't look at the three digits of the faceless ones he killed in his dreams, but after all, they were monsters, and it was the first time he had killed a living human in front of him.

If he could, Du Mu didn't want his hands to be stained with too much human blood, but now reality forced him to do it, the knives of the Silver Ring Gang had already reached his neck, and if he didn't resist at this time, he would probably die!

"There are many dreams in the night, and I will solve them tonight!" Du Mu's eyes narrowed, and the cold light in his eyes flashed.

He pressed the wound with one hand, slowing the rate of blood loss, and at the same time walked quickly to the corpse of the young man in the jacket, and pulled the pistol from the latter's clenched palm.

The pistol is an ordinary automatic pistol, and there is a silencer in the front section.

The hand was slightly heavy, and through the palm of his hand, he could clearly feel the unique cold metal texture of the firearm, Du Mu rubbed it, and there were still some palpitations in his heart.

Although the development of thermal weapons has almost come to a standstill since the prosperity of martial arts, and the most powerful thermal weapons currently in the hands of the Federation are only sniper rifles, but before the strength of martial arts reaches a certain height, thermal weapons still have a huge deterrent effect on martial artists.

And firearms are undoubtedly the most representative of thermal weapons, even to warriors can pose a threat, not to mention martial apprentices and ordinary people.

Under the influence of ears and eyes, the power and horror of firearms have been deeply engraved in the hearts of ordinary people, which is why Du Mu felt irrepressibly a sense of powerlessness and fear in the face of death at the moment when he was aimed at the muzzle of a gun.

"Fortunately, I learned the iron block, otherwise I would definitely have to hang this time!"

Du Mu made up his mind in his heart that he must take the time to familiarize himself with the iron as soon as possible after this incident.

He casually threw the pistol into the dimensional room, followed by the corpse on the ground, thought for a moment, found a sewer outlet in the alleyway, lifted the manhole cover, dragged the corpse directly inside, and then put the lid back to its original state.

As for the blood stains on the ground, Du Mu ignored them.

Anyway, there are often fights in this area, and blood stains on the ground are so common that no one cares if they are seen.

After all the aftermath was completed, Du Mu first went home, changed the blood-stained clothes, and then took out the medicine box and briefly treated the wound.

Fortunately, the bullet did not penetrate the flesh deeply, and it looked like there was a lot of bleeding, but it was actually not serious, Du Mu quickly stopped the bleeding and wrapped a bandage around the wound.

"Fortunately, the craftsmanship is not very rusty. ”

He had been playing in the community clinic for a period of time, and he had learned a lot of techniques to stop bleeding and tie bandages, which complemented each other at this time.

After treating the wound, Du Mu rummaged through the cabinets, found a set of clothes that he hadn't worn for a long time and put them in the dimensional house, and then left the apartment and walked out.

It was already past twelve o'clock in the evening, and the road was lonely, except for some thugs who were still wandering the streets, laughing and scolding loudly, there was no one else in sight.

Du Mu deliberately avoided the gangsters, picked a dark path, and after a short time, he arrived at an old neighborhood, and after turning left and right for a while, he soon came to the bottom of an overpass.

Compared to the silence of other places, it is bustling with activity.

The footbridge is filled with all kinds of stalls.

Filthy plastic sheeting, messy miscellaneous items, vicissitudes of life, stall owners huddled in the corners in shabby blankets, picky customers, and the only source of light, an old light bulb hanging on the top of the bottom of the flyover, make up the strange but lively scene in front of us.

Du Mu paused at his feet, and then naturally disappeared into the flow of people, patrolling through the stalls one by one, occasionally squatting down, picking out a few from the messy sundries on the stalls, and buying them after a while of bargaining.

After repeating it a few times, Du Mu soon had a bunch of unexplained debris on his hands.

Having achieved his goal, he left the bottom of the bridge without looking back, found a secluded place, and threw most of the miscellaneous items into the dimensional house, leaving only a strange mask.

The background color of the mask is pure white, and a few red lines outline an eerie smiling face, which is quite penetrating to look at.

Du Mu glanced at it, took it directly, and then took out the clothes he was carrying from the dimensional house and changed them, and after everything was done, he walked out of the dark place and walked towards the street.

......

“...... At that time, Lao Tzu discounted all the legs of those two boys, making them arrogant!"

"Haha, if you dare to offend our Silver Ring Gang, this is the end!"

"Fuck it!"

The three thugs walked shoulder to shoulder down the street, and foul language kept flying out.

Suddenly, one of them stopped and looked ahead in disbelief.

The two companions quickly noticed his strange appearance and frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

"There's someone there!"

Following his gaze, the two of them couldn't help but be startled, and not far away, a guy in a black long coat and trousers with a strange mask on his face stood motionless in the middle of the road, facing them fixedly.

"You're from the Silverring Gang?"

Before the three of them could recover from their surprise, the masked man suddenly let out a low questioning voice.

The three of them glanced at each other, and one of the thugs swallowed his saliva, and replied with a fierce expression: "That's right, who are you, you dare to ....... knowing that we are the Silver Ring Gang"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the masked man.

"After a few searches, I finally found the main owner......

As the words fell, a few thugs felt a flicker in front of them, and the masked man had appeared in front of them in the next second.

With two muffled grunts that rang out almost simultaneously, two of the three thugs fell in the blink of an eye, leaving only one of them staring at the masked man with fear and confusion on his face.

A low, indifferent voice sounded slowly.

"Alright, tell me, where is the headquarters of the Silverring Gang?"