The chaos first appeared in an underground parking lot in Queens' Quarter. This stronghold of Russian gangsters received an unimaginable blow at the first opportunity. It took less than ten minutes for the gunshots to end, and when the police arrived, they saw only dead bodies on the ground.

However, the number of corpses seems to be a little less. According to police insiders, there should have been at least forty people here, and the bodies here were only half that number. Of course, under the absolute disadvantage, of course, there will be some people who are afraid of death who choose to surrender. But half ...

This figure does not seem to be in line with the image of polar bears who are so fierce that they don't care about their lives at all.

"Captain, what do you think?"

Louis glanced at his assistant beside him, and anyone could see the panicked look on the young man's face. Louis could only pray that the scene would not be captured by the cameramen of the media and then used to talk about topics that would attract more readers.

But he could only sigh and say nothing more. Although a series of new policies after Director Stacy took office, although most of its rotten parts were removed, they also led to a large number of manpower vacancies in the New York Police Department, and many newcomers who had just graduated from the police academy were directly sent to the front line.

And this assistant is also one of them. The boy, who was only twenty-two years old, was transferred from Binghamton. That small city, which is nearly 300 kilometers away from New York and has a population of only 50,000, is afraid that it will not be a big case like this once in ten years. It's understandable that this 'newcomer' can't bear it for a while.

However, this level of fire is definitely not a big case even in this already chaotic New York. Recently, the bigwigs of those forces have begun to restrain their subordinates, and being able to fight at this level again can only mean one thing.

The strife is about to escalate again.

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Two hours later, the doorbell of the Black Dog Gang's main base rang.

"Herman." A middle-aged man in a scruffy suit who looked out of place with the rest of the people at the table snapped his fingers nonchalantly and winked at a strong man guarding the door. "Go see who it is."

"Yes, boss!" The strong man replied loudly, and the loud voice startled everyone else in the room, and subconsciously looked at the back of the strong man leaving. Some even whispered a few words of disdain. The middle-aged man who looked like the leader frowned, but didn't say much.

As one of his bodyguards, Herman's eccentric temper and almost tendon brain make him have a rather poor relationship with everyone in the gang. Most people look down on this giant whose muscles have grown to the point in their brains. You know, now the Black Dog Gang is no longer the gang that relied on its own recklessness more than ten years ago to see who to fight whom. As small shrimp that begging for offal food among the big sharks, they are most concerned about relationship management and left and right, and try to stay away from trouble.

And just last month, this guy who didn't know what to do actually beat the Moss brothers half to death for a bottle of wine. The twins did look gloomy, and their speech was quite ugly. But everyone on the road knew that they were one of the partners of that group of Japanese. At that time, the entire Black Dog Gang was scared half to death, but only Herman did not realize the seriousness of this matter.

However... He was indeed the most capable of fighting in a gang of less than forty people. With just his fists, he can easily knock over a dozen people, so his position is irreplaceable in some ways.

The annoying guy is gone, and the rest of the people naturally start their hands again. However, less than a minute later, there was the sound of footsteps going upstairs at the door. These old fritters' faces suddenly changed, and they quickly realized that something was wrong.

It's too quiet, it's too ... It's neat.

Not only was there no movement coming from downstairs just now, but even now, Herman's signature loud voice didn't appear. Everyone in the room had their hands on their weapons.

When the door opened, Herman's expressionless familiar face appeared, and many people were relieved, and the guns in their hands were lowered a little. Some, however, looked a little more nervous.

"Lay down your arms."

A hoarse, barely human-like voice uttered the brief command from behind Herman, and everyone subconsciously lowered their guns. And when they realize that something is wrong, they find that their bodies are no longer under the control of their own brains.

These thugs, whose qualities themselves are rotten, suddenly screamed and cursed in panic, and crude swear words kept spitting out of their mouths. However, they soon shut up again, and of course, it wasn't their intention.

"It's too noisy, shut up."

The hoarse, muffled voice spoke again, and the men found themselves without the ability to speak. The voice was faintly from a man standing in the back row, his entire figure hidden under a black robe with a cloak, only his hands still exposed.

And on the thin palm, there were purple dots the size of copper coins, so dense that it was almost impossible to see his original complexion.

"You—" The middle-aged man in the suit, who had been quiet before, looked like the leader, twitched the corners of his mouth twice, as if he wanted to speak. And his next words were swallowed back by him after he saw the person in front of him.

The burly figure, which barely looked like a normal person, appeared in front of him. And there's only one person in the whole of New York who looks like this... Weird.

It's estimated that he's going to die here today, he sighed in his heart.

"Alan. Conca, long time no see. Kim sat down in the chair in front of him. Looks like you've been less moisturized lately. What's the matter, didn't your master give you some good? ”

His face was as gray as ash, and Alan coughed violently before he raised his head and replied slowly. "You know, we never do these things for that little bit of good."

"A man of faith." A look of mockery flashed across Kim's fat and hideous face, but his tone was still heavy. "It's sad, but it's worth your choice."

"As a dying man, what do I need your respect for?" Alan laughed miserably. "I only have one question, when did you know my identity?"

Does this answer matter? That's the last thing you want to ask? Jin Ji's eyebrows curled, and then they stretched again, and there was a little more disappointment in his eyes. Even you don't know what's wrong, so what's the point for me to tell you? ”

Alan was speechless.

Kim stared at him for a few seconds, then shook his head. He placed his large, thick palm on Alan's head, as if caressing his head.

"Nine... Long live the hydra. Alan's lips trembled, and in the next moment, the palm of his hand suddenly exerted force, directly pinching his skull.

Expressionless, Kim took a white napkin from his hand beside him and began to carefully wipe the viscous liquid that had been splashed on his hand from a mixture of blood and brains. He slowly bent down and forced Ellen's clenched fist apart. The fingers, which were already a little blue, were pinched off one by one by one by one in a tooth-aching sound, and Kim finally saw what he wanted to see.

A small metal instrument with a faint red glow on it.

The corners of Kim's mouth twitched, revealing an expression that could barely be considered a smile.

At this moment, one of the minions behind him walked up quickly, lowered his head and whispered a few words behind his back, and gestured to the thugs around him who were still unmoved. Jin Ji's eyebrows curled, and he looked at the eyes in the room that revealed fear, and pursed his lips in disdain.

"Get rid of it all, we don't need this waste in our ranks."

Gunfire rang out again. Then everything was quiet again.