Irving's ancestors spent time in Clinton Quarter many years ago, when they managed to turn it into hell for New Yorkers.

Today, Jin has begun to unite the dark side forces in New York, and its business has extended from the earliest drug sales to a one-stop industrial chain of smuggling, stolen goods, special services, bars and nightclubs, and high-end hotels.

What's even more terrifying is that this guy has also extended his tentacles to big cities all over the country, joining forces vertically and horizontally, fighting while eating, increasing market share, and manipulating market prices to obtain greater profits.

They are not crazy yet, and they do not want to go against this big guy who has become a hegemonic tendency.

The eldest Owen was so crazy that he didn't notice the sudden silence of his subordinates, and he was still talking about how to regain the glory of the old family.

Several of his subordinates were on the sidelines, and they couldn't help but make eye contact with each other, as if they understood what the other was thinking.

Perhaps, in a few days, I will be able to think about this boss position under Owen's ass?

Dead people can't be their boss.

Just when Boss Owen was ambitious and unstoppable, several of his subordinates were waiting for the boss to die and return to the west, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The thick iron door made a crisp clang, and then stopped.

The two bandits guarding the gate raised their guns vigilantly, and this rhythm was not a code for the guards outside.

After a slight pause, there was another knock on the door.

It's still so unhurried, moderately paced, as polite as a polite person when he goes to a stranger's house to ask for directions.

Owen waved his hand and motioned for the guards in the hall to draw their guns, be vigilant, and be ready to fire.

Seeing that his men were ready, he gestured to the bandit at the door, asking him to open the small window on the door to observe who was coming.

One of the bandits stepped forward, only to see the guard outside standing behind a man in a hat and a black trench coat with a serious face, and the gun in his hand was still aimed at the man.

Only the lower half of the face of the man in black was in his sight, and in the shadow of the brim of his hat, he could only see the corners of his mouth curled up like two mustaches, as if he was smiling happily.

The bandit was stunned and asked, "Fermi, who is he?" ”

The bandit Fermi outside the door had a straight face: "Dirk, he said that he is a big customer and wants to talk to the boss in person." ”

Bandit Dirk inside the door: "How did you get him to knock on the door?" ”

Fermi still kept a straight face: "He said that it was more polite to do so." ”

Dirk frowned: "Did you search him?" ”

Fermi raised his free hand and showed a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills: "Only this, he said it was a deposit." ”

Dirk turned his head and looked at the boss Owen: "Someone said they wanted to buy goods, Fermi searched him, and there was only a stack of cash." ”

Of course, Dirk in the small window couldn't see it, and there was already a fine layer of sweat on Fermi's forehead outside the door.

Behind him was Selena, who had activated the optical camouflage, clutching his clothes with one hand and the muzzle of the tranquilizer gun in the other hand against the back of his heart.

Owen also faintly heard the conversation at the door, hesitated, and waved at the armed bandits.

The bandits spread out a little, and the muzzles of their guns hung down, but they didn't put them away.

Dirk, who was at the door, opened the iron door and took a slight step back, pointing the muzzle of the gun in his hand at the man in black.

The man in black did not panic, walked into the iron door unhurriedly, and bowed slightly to Dirk on the side: "Thank you." ”

Dirk frowned suddenly: This is actually a very authentic London accent! This guy is here to die, right?

As he thought this, the man in black had already walked past him, and walked forward not far from the women who were packing the goods, as if they were looking at the goods.

Owen was suddenly dissatisfied: "Who are you?" What are you here for? ”

The man in black did not answer his words, but spoke: "The night gave me black eyes, and I did not use them to find light, but I looked down at you little rats in the sewers. Life, it's so hard. ”

It's still the same authentic London accent, and there is a bit of poetic rhyme when he speaks.

Owen: "...... Very well, when I gouge out your eyes, then your eyes will be black, and the rest of your life will be even harder. ”

Recently, Owen has been obviously in high spirits, and he can't control his emotions more and more, where is there time to talk nonsense with this guy.

Moreover, if this guy dared to come to their lair alone in the middle of the night and speak in a London accent, then he would have to die, whether he was insane or not.

Because, Owen and these people are all Irish.

Everyone in Clinton also knows that they are an Irish gang.

Owen had a cruel smile on his face and waved his hand to signal both hands to go up, breaking the guy's hands.

I don't want to use a gun because I don't want to cheapen this damn British, and Owen is going to torture him to death slowly.

The two bandits grabbed two crowbars at random, approached with oppressive steps, rounded the crowbars in their hands, and slammed them into the man in black.

On Luke's lenses, Selena was seen quietly slipping through the door, which also meant that the beating operation could begin: "Violence can also be used for good. ”

As he spoke, he crossed his hands and reached down and pulled out two thirty-centimeter-long matte knives from his waist under his cloak.

A vague black shadow flickered in the air, and the two bandits who pounced on them felt their hands cold, and the crowbar in their hands flew out uncontrollably.

The next moment, they screamed, and two small red lines appeared on the wrists of each of their hands, and it took a moment for blood to soak out of the red lines.

"Shoot, shoot him." Owen, the gang boss who has been in Clinton District for many years, has rich experience, reacted quickly, and shouted directly.

Bang bang bang!

A series of gunshots rang out in the hands of the crowd.

But the black-clothed man who was still surrounded by them in the center of the field just now had a flower, and the whole person moved out of more than ten meters, and the knife in his hand waved again.

Another gunman dropped his hands and screamed.

"In the face of the bad guys, we must use the extreme means of countering violence with violence......"

Magnetic and slow, the baritone of a BBC documentary reverberates through the factory, and even the deafening sound of gunfire does not suppress it.

The black matte knife once again wiped the hands of one of the bandits, even as the man retreated, trying to hide behind his companion.

As a result, Luke swept past him and waved his hand, and the bandit's companion also drooped his hands and screamed.

"We need to stand up to the powerful......"

As he spoke, two matte knives came out of his hands, and the two bandits with rifles were pierced through their right shoulders, throwing their guns and screaming.

"Strive to eradicate the evil and uphold justice...... Luke's feet continued to tap, like a ghost without mass, turning back left and right in the air, and the next time his hands crossed into his waist, two matte knives appeared in his hands.