At the beginning of the day, the deep night shrouded the glorious city, and the originally closed port of Star City was extremely busy, and there was a noisy atmosphere in full swing.

Star City Port is strategically located on the east coast of Puget Sound, one of the bridgeheads of the North American continent, and the terminus of the North Pacific Railroad, the main east-west trunk line across the United States.

Moreover, as the second largest container port in the United States and the closest port to the Far East, the transportation is extremely convenient, and the annual cargo throughput shows a steady growth.

Container ships moored at the wharf in the harbor basin are constantly loading and unloading, and the packaged goods are filled with containers through the automated loading and unloading bridge, and then pulled up by cranes and sent to the deck of the ship, which is transported around the world with the long-distance freighters.

"It was a wise decision to lean on the White family, and even Frank Potinall began to show favor to me."

Martin Summers stood at the doorway of the warehouse, staring at the mountain of ocean-going freighters, his eyes full of satisfaction.

This shipping tycoon from Star City has been really proud of the spring breeze in recent days, and after turning his face with the triad, the former partner, life has become more nourishing.

Under the special care of the Port Authority and the Coast Guard, Martin-Summers's freighter can be said to be unimpeded, even if he gives up the triad smuggling business, he still makes a lot of money every day.

"Hehe, I used to call Frank by his first name, but now I can call him by his first name."

Martin Summers couldn't help but sigh, which he couldn't have imagined before hugging Leo White's thigh.

After all, Frank Potinall has the support of the mafia family behind him, a stable source of funds and a wide range of connections, which laid the foundation for him to become the leader of the underworld.

"Any news from Mr. White?"

Martin Summers looked at his men, the gangs and triads he controlled had been in constant friction lately.

There are countless powder kegs piled up between the two sides, and it only takes a small spark to fall to trigger a bloody war between the two forces.

"We have not been contacted, only one lawyer has been in charge."

A sleek man in a leather jacket replied.

He is Martin Summers' henchman, directly controls the street gangs, and has considerable prestige in the port docks of Star City.

"Boss, according to me, it's better to take advantage of the fact that the police are attracted to that security maintainer, and directly drive the triad out of Star City!"

Martin Summers frowned, he was bent on whitewashing his name and becoming a successful businessman, and he didn't like to be called such a foul name by his subordinates.

He prefers to be called "Mr. Summers" by others than a gangster.

The shipping tycoon's goal in life has changed from an underworld leader like Frank Portinauer to a big man like Leo White.

Really rich and powerful in power! One sentence can make the villain bow his head, the thug is afraid, and the gangster must be respectful!

Maybe after driving the Triad out of Star City, he will be able to convince the young helmsman of the White family to take down Frank Potinall as well?

With his power growing, he may be able to get rid of the fate of being a loyal dog one day......

"Again, Mr. White. We lack strong support, and it will take a lot of guns and ammunition to really drive the triad out of Star City. ”

Martin Summers' eyes flashed, the triad was overwhelming, although it was an outsider, it was extremely grouped, relying on the ruthless style of doing things, and forcibly took a piece of territory in Star City.

They control the overseas smuggling channels and have a large number of arms and guns in their hands, which is one of the reasons why Frank Potinel is jealous.

"And watch out for the vigilantes! That guy is a madman, and he loves to find the rich and the gangsters! ”

Martin Summers thought of the recent news headlines and couldn't help but give a reminder.

"Don't worry, there are twenty gunmen on the docks, and there are many thugs, if that vigilante dares to come, he will know what the price of meddlerness is!"

The sturdy man patted his chest and assured that he was confident in the defense of the port terminal.

As if it was specifically for the slap in the face, before the tough man's words landed, the chandelier in the warehouse went out.

With a screeching sound, an aluminum arrow shattered the illuminating bulb.

"Martin Summers, you've failed the city!"

A hoarse voice rang out, and the sturdy man pulled out the Beretta M92 pistol at his waist, dutifully playing the role of a loyal little brother, blocking Martin Summers's side.

Realizing that something was wrong, the gunmen guarding the container rushed to the place, armed with Scorpion submachine guns or MAC10 submachine guns, which are small and powerful firearms that have always been loved by the gangsters.

"Whoever you are, don't even want to get out of here today!"

The smund men escorted Martin Summers out of the warehouse, and the gunmen began to fire recklessly.

Tongues of fire erupted from the swarthy muzzle of the gun, accompanied by the crisp sound of the bullet casings falling to the ground, like a crazy sonata.

"What a heavy firepower......"

Hidden in the corner with Oliver Quinn in a hooded uniform, he didn't expect Martin Summers to keep so many gunners.

Fortunately, he was on Purgatory Island, and he had also faced regular elite special forces, which was insignificant compared to those killing machines.

Pulling the split recurve bow that hunted large beasts, the aluminum alloy arrow came out of the string, and with a "whoosh" pierced the gunman's shoulder, splashing a bright blood flower.

"He shot me! On top! That guy is hiding on it! ”

"Here it is! He's hiding on the roof! Set fire! ”

"Don't panic! There are so many of us...... Damn it! He shot me! ”

The cries were mixed with fear, as if a domino had been toppled, and gunshots and cries for help rang out one after another.

As the first gunman fell, sharp cold arrows continued to shoot out of the warehouse, piercing the arms or shoulders of those gunmen, and some of the hapless ones were directly hit by stray bullets from their companions, becoming a cold corpse.

Darkness is the best hunting environment, and Oliver held his breath and looked calm.

He learned to kill on that island, and he learned to be ruthless.

In the normal course of dealing with outlaws, Oliver may choose to give them another chance, only in the form of verbal threats.

But in the face of crisis, he will not show mercy, which is one of the rules of survival taught by Purgatory Island.

To be merciful to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself!

"Fifteen...... Sixteen...... Seventeen! ”

Oliver, wearing a thermal imaging device, silently muttered, constantly switching landing points to dodge the dense and heavy fire.

He saw Martin Summers sit in the silver sedan parked in the open space of the dock under the cover of the thugs, and then quickly pulled out three aluminum alloy arrows and shot them out in succession.

"You can't run!"

Having dealt with the last few gunslingers, Oliver nimbly flipped out of the warehouse and stepped on the stacked containers.

He jumped over several metal boxes, quickly occupied the high ground, and shot directly at the rear tire of the silver sedan.

"Boss, don't get out of the car!"

The crack man, who was the driver, raised his pistol and stood in front of the car and pulled the trigger.

Although his heart was flustered and his hands trembled a little, he was finally not frightened and abandoned his loyal boss and fled alone.

Bullets grazed past Oliver, whistling and a burning breath faintly on the tip of his nose.

Martin Summers cowered in the car, and after a moment, all he heard was the gunfire stopped, and the outside world fell silent.

An arrow smashed the window of the car with a bang, and the powerful arm dragged the shipping tycoon out of the car and slammed it to the ground.

"I told you that you failed the city, and you will pay for it!"

Oliver fell to one knee on the roof of the car, the cold arrow aimed at Martin Summers.

He is like a ruthless hunter, ready to meet a terrible death.

"Stop your feud with the Triad and go to the police station and turn yourself in! Otherwise you won't be so lucky next time. ”

The hoarse voice, processed by a voice changer, reached Martin Summers' ears.

His legs went limp, and he collapsed on his back, his eyes uncontrollably fearful.

"Nope! I can't do that, he won't let it go! ”

Even under the pressure of death, Martin Summers still chose to shake his head, and he shouted in panic: "I can give you endless money, as long as you can spare ......"

Boom!

The bowstring pulled, making a dull thud, and the sharp aluminum arrow grazed Martin Summers' cheek, hitting the concrete floor and bouncing off.

"Who? Say his name! Tell me who is instigating you to start a war! ”

Oliver jumped off the roof of the car, his face hidden under the hood unusually cold.

Martin Summers shook his head desperately, he didn't dare to say that name, once he betrayed the young helmsman of the White family, the end would be absolutely miserable!

There are countless ways for the other party to keep his mouth shut forever!

"Martin Summers, you have one last chance! Tell me, who is he? ”

Oliver roared, his voice full of oppression, as if he was about to shoot the gang leader in front of him in the next moment.

A man behind the covert control of Martin-Summers and the fight against the triads, thus triggering large-scale violent clashes and shuffling the cards of the underground?

Oliver's eyes glazed over, he thought he had caught a big fish!

"Are you in such a hurry to see me? A well-known vigilante. ”

A voice with a faint smile suddenly sounded, and a figure stepped out of the shadows to meet the cold arrows.