Pedestrians on both sides of the path are decreasing, the iconic blue stones on the ground are thinning out, and the street lights are cut off.

Marchands turned on his headlights, expertly swerved at the end of the road, and drove into an underground parking lot.

This is also Blue Mercury Street, but it is the last section of Blue Mercury Street that has been unfinished for many years.

The last numbered house stands lonely on the corner of this little-traveled area, 233 Blue Mercury Street.

After locking the car, Marchands looked around and made sure that there was no one in the parking lot before taking out a bottle of wine from the trunk that seemed to be expensive, and took a small sip of it comfortably.

He looked at the bottle against the incandescent light on the ceiling, and only a small half remained.

"It's all Andrei's bastard! He drank at least a third of it last time! And old Bob," he muttered quietly, his fleshy face full of distress.

Last time, because he didn't notice that there were still people in the parking lot, as soon as the wine was taken out, he was caught by the two people behind him.

The market price of this kind of wine is about 30,000 yuan a bottle, and everyone knows that with his financial resources, he can't afford it for a lifetime, and a certain gang member who happened to come back from the volcanic ash bar last time lost a bottle of such wine in a drunken state, and the origin of this bottle of wine is known by thinking about it.

So in order to buy off the two, he had to divide the wine between the two of them and drink a sip each.

Yes, one bite! Just one bite!

These two greedy guys drank a third of his amount!

Taking another sip, he sadly hid the bottle in the innermost part of the trunk.

"Drink a little more tomorrow, at least for another three weeks!" I don't know how he estimated that his small bite was at least a tenth, but that's what he thought in his heart.

Slipping his car keys into his pocket, he hummed a rock song of late popularity and headed for an iron gate.

Behind the iron gate is a narrow passage that leads directly to the "Blue Starfish" branch of the building.

As a homeless man, he would come here every night to spend the night.

Finally squeezing through the dark passageway, and turning a corner, he gasped for breath and stood in front of an iron door that was about the same as before.

There was a faint rhythmic sound of music from inside, which made him feel more intimate.

This is said to be a branch of the Blue Starfish, but it is actually just a place for the Blue Starfish to relax and increase the sense of gang identity for their members, just like the Volcanic Ash Bar.

Marchands skillfully beat to the sound of music in the door, his body swaying slightly, and his carrot-like fingers pulled a bunch of keys from the gap in his trouser pocket and inserted them into the keyhole.

I turned the door twice and didn't open.

"Hell, I didn't come back until the appointed time, who is embarrassing me Marchands!" He angrily slapped the iron door, spat hard, and reached for another key from his trouser pocket.

But as soon as he lowered his head, he noticed that something was wrong, and with his slap, there seemed to be some liquid flowing from the crack in the door, which had flowed to his feet in his wide shadow.

Slimy

Could it be someone who left the oil jar by the door, he scratched his head in frustration, if that was the case, he would be punished for a few days without a free dinner.

He lifted his foot and took two steps back, the light spilling around his body and onto the ground again.

"Holy!!"

After seeing the color of the liquid on his face, Marchands exclaimed, and his body of more than two hundred catties of fat almost jumped directly to the ceiling!

Red! Full of red! Red liquid! Red footprints!

The emotion called horror filled his mind for a moment, and he stood in place, unexpectedly at a loss for a moment!

Although he is also a gangster, since joining the "Blue Starfish", in addition to driving a taxi outside every day to solicit customers and collect information large and small in the city, where has he done anything else related to the gang?

Not to mention the gangster war, even if he beats someone, the knife in his hand has never been red!

His nn gun, which was placed on the car at any time, looked majestic, but in fact, he had not fired a single shot, and it was completely used to scare people!

It was the first time he had seen so much blood! Still in the branch of their own gang!

He had never eaten pork, but he had always seen pigs run, and in just a few seconds, he had realized what was going on inside.

Even though his rugged and clogged mind hadn't made up the scene inside the door, the intense fear still drove his legs to react, and he quickly turned, took a frenzied step, and ran towards the wider staircase to the side like a fed lizard!

Heavy footsteps are as dull as a piledriver!

However, only two muffled pops were heard, and two small holes appeared in the concrete wall!

Marchus, who hadn't been able to run five meters yet, burst into two bloody balls on his knees, and his heavy body fell to the ground like a huge sandbag!

The screams of killing pigs echoed in the corridors!

Click

The iron door behind him opened, and the rhythmic music became clear.

Marchands turned his head suddenly, only to see a familiar figure fall from the door, lying weakly in a pool of blood, and those dead eyes were facing him!

That's Pami, this branch!

Before he could scream, a pair of black leather shoes stepped on the former face, and a man in a black trench coat with a side-combed head walked out of the door with the corpse.

The man held a silver revolver in his hand, looked at him with indifferent eyes, and walked towards him step by step.

At this time, Marchus's screams were completely released from his throat!

That shrill voice made people almost suspect that it was not a fat man of two hundred pounds, but a slender woman!

But this did not affect the man in the black trench coat from approaching him step by step.

The crisp sound of leather shoes perfectly stepped on every beat of the music, but it echoed in Marchands's ears like an echo of hell!

He screamed intermittently, crawling forward desperately.

To be honest, at this point, there are no more thoughts popping up in his mind, and the palms that have worn out blood are completely driven by instinct to drag this two-hundred-pound body forward!

But five seconds later, he was still overtaken

The black leather shoes stepped on his back and stomped him to the ground.

Then he felt the light dim in front of him, a shadow growing longer and longer in front of him, and the man leaned down, grabbed his greasy hair with a large hand, and lifted his head roughly.

"Where's the Phantom?" The man's cold voice rang in his ears. 11