Thick clouds piled up in the sky, dim stars flickered in them, and the city lights flickered at night, like a bright ocean.

In the slum of Lake Palm, in a shabby, dimly lit factory, mafia gangsters are stuffing bags of drugs into the belly of a doll bear.

"It's not a big road commodity that you can buy on the street, it's pharmaceutical-grade oxycodone, like caviar and champagne in a high-end restaurant, and you sell these to the rich, thrill-seeking rich second generation, and it's guaranteed to make them happy......"

A skinny man in a leather jacket is showing off his goods to his men.

He is Anthony Vinza, a stalwart member of the mafia who controls several street gangs that specialize in the lucrative drug business.

The black gangsters in hoodies and hiding on street corners on the streets of Lake Palm are mostly his people.

Since Martin Summers' death, most of the territory and business of the Star City Port Terminal have been divided between the mafia and the triads, who each enjoy the cake while coveting each other's gains.

"There are ways to do business, there are high-end and low-end, and those who peddle marijuana on street corners and nightclubs are thugs. I've long taken a fancy to the rich people in Star City, that's the high-end market! They like something more exciting and exciting, and as long as we can provide better goods, we can naturally make a lot of money! ”

Anthony Vinsa taught his business that one-third of the drugs in Star City were circulated in his hands, and the remaining two-thirds were taken by the Triad.

It was mainly the outsiders who occupied Palm Lake, with their own factories and workshops, and the smuggling channels from the Golden Triangle that completely suppressed the mafia in this regard.

Boom!

A metal bolt shattered the chandelier in the factory, and the electric gate outside was cut off, and with a commotion, the thugs carrying the goods gathered together.

Eyes are numb, and the workers wearing masks are skillfully hiding under the table one by one.

They are all natives living in Palm Lake, and most of them are elderly and unemployed, working in gang-controlled factories.

Isn't that damn vigilante already in Iron Mountain Prison?

Anthony Vinsa held the Colt M1911 in his hand and was surrounded by a group of little brothers, who shouted to the thugs guarding the goal: "Go out and see!" ”

In less than a minute, the burly thug rolled down the stairs like a ball.

"No matter who you are, we have hundreds of brothers here, do you really think you can leave intact?"

Anthony Vinsa shouted into the shadows, his shrill voice mixed with a hint of nervousness.

The thugs held their breath and clenched their weapons, for fear that some monster would rush out of the darkness and devour them in one gulp.

"I'm starting to get a little nervous."

A playful voice came from above, and the figure hidden in the shadows swayed.

Bang bang bang!

Fierce gunfire rang out, and bullets erupted like tongues of fire, sweeping densely across the beams of the upper floors.

Ghostly figures weave through a jumble of cargo obstacles, spinning bullets sparkling but not hurting the other.

"Anthony Vinsa, you have failed the city!"

On the other side of the shadows, the huntress leaps out of the darkness, her purple trench coat curling fiercely, her long hair flying in the air.

Anthony Vensa felt a shock in his hand, and a metal crossbow arrow shot out, knocking his Colt M1911 away.

Helena's weapon is one of the fastest bows and crossbows in the world today, and the "ventilator" tactical crossbow has been improved by Leo to become a small one-handed crossbow.

The arrow is fast, lethal, and easy to carry, which can be called the best weapon for killing people and goods.

Five minutes later, all the fierce thugs who usually oppressed ordinary people were all on the ground, and Anthony Vinza's chest was pierced by a short metal arrow.

This mafia drug dealer, who is quite famous in the wealthy class of Star City, has wide eyes and is full of unwillingness, as if he doesn't believe that he will end up like this until he dies.

"Joyce Turner, go back and tell Frank Potinaur to either get out of Star City or give up all the territory to the Triad."

The huntress looked at the only surviving thug in the factory and whispered.

Turner, who was originally Martin Summers' men, was a little stunned, and then as if he remembered something, he immediately came back to his senses.

"I know, it's the Triad who raided here."

He nodded repeatedly, signaling that he understood.

…………

On the wharf of Star City Port, cranes toiled and heavy containers were lifted and lowered from the deck of the ship.

A gray sedan slowly approached, and Shibayama, one of the high-ranking members of the Triad's headquarters in Star City, stepped out of the car, surrounded by key elements armed with MP7 submachine guns.

Star City has not been peaceful lately, although the vigilante has been imprisoned, but the mafia recently purchased a batch of firearms and weapons, and the impact of the Palm Lake development project, the triad has entered a state of alert.

It is not easy for them to grab a piece of territory in this city, and it is not easy to occupy most of the drug smuggling business, all by relying on ruthless methods that dare to fight.

"This shipment was shipped from Southeast Asia, the situation in Eastern Europe is unstable, and the last seller has collapsed......"

Zhishan listened to the report of his subordinates, and the communication between them was not in Chinese.

Although triads originated in China and later developed vigorously in Hong Kong, they are a general term for Chinese gangsters abroad, mainly for criminal organizations engaged in drug smuggling and human trafficking.

Therefore, they do not have the close relationship with those associations in Hong Kong as they imagined, and they mainly develop in Thailand, Canada and North America.

Most of these gang members from Chinatown, who have lived abroad since their parents' generation, speak English more than they do in Chinese.

"Find a way to get more high-quality goods, Palm Lake is about to be rebuilt, we urgently need to find a strong backer, and we can't be sloppy in business."

Shibayama's tone was stern, and he ordered his men to open the container, which contained dozens of disheveled Asian women.

These are the "goods" in the mouth of the triads, they come from the coastal areas of Southeast Asia, and most of the reason why they have fallen to this point is because they are abducted or kidnapped by human traffickers, and handed over to the triads at a low price to resell abroad.

According to the International Labour Organization, 800,000 people are trafficked across borders every year, of which 80 percent of the victims are women, and the rest are children and a small number of young adults.

Human trafficking is now the third largest clandestine trade after drug and arms smuggling, and it is an international crime with a well-organized and delicate division of labor.

Why does this evil market exist?

There are many reasons for this, on the one hand, the huge demand, the extremely high profits, the low-tech business model, and the ability to "recycle" – drugs and guns can only be sold once, while women and children can change hands repeatedly.

On the other hand, there is a low risk, with a report released by the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime (UNODC) showing that in the past few years, about 40 percent of the world's countries have had no or very few people convicted of human trafficking crimes.

Southeast Asia and Eastern Europe, for example, are the hardest hit areas of human trafficking in the world – more than 220,000 people come from Southeast Asia every year, and 170,000 people come from Russia and Eastern European countries.

And the people in these two areas are all women and children!

As a large criminal group with global power, triads are the most important core businesses of drug smuggling and human trafficking.

"Be wary of the mafia, we heard that Frank Potinall caught up with the White family, which is a well-entrenched wealthy family in Star City, we have to be extra careful."

Shibayama turned on the flashlight and glanced at the "goods" in the container, the expression on his face was not very satisfied.

He waved his hand casually, asked his men to dispose of it, and sent it to the underground brothel in Palm Lake, where many perverted rich people liked to frequent.

"You've failed the city!"

A hoarse voice sounded quietly, and the thug next to the container was pierced through the throat by an arrow, and "Ho Ho" fell with blood blisters.

The furious flames were continuous, and the dense gunfire rang out like popping beans, and metal bullets poured out from the muzzles like a raging storm.

The sound of shooting was incessant, like a fierce and fierce glare of the light, enough to destroy everything that stood in its way!

The high-powered searchlights on the pier cast an indifferent gaze, and the sharp cold arrows pierced the air, taking away the lives one by one.

Warm blood poured out of his body, flowing into a meandering river, and the sky above the harbor gradually became quiet, and the originally noisy triads fell one after another in a pool of blood.

When the gunfire died down, a tall figure appeared, and his steps were neither slow nor slow.

The shiny leather shoes were trampled in blood, and those calm eyes did not have the slightest emotion, looking down at Zhishan whose chest was pierced by aluminum alloy arrows.

"Greetings to Mr. Frank Potinall."