Klyde Park is located next to the Dallas Museum of Art, not far from the hotel where Murley is staying, and he and Caroline are deep in the park, while the female detective is hiding in the shadows to observe the situation.

Mo Yi sat alone on a bench in the park, feeling the atmosphere of the whole park.

At night, the trees in the garden were fresh and scented with some earthy fragrance, and the flowers and trees were unusually luxuriant, giving birth to a little spiritual charm, and he tried to keep his mood as calm as possible.

At this time, Mo Yi's face was calm, without a trace of waves, but under this calm, there was anger like thunder and electric anger, and his eyes were black, black as ink, darker than the night around him.

He kept swiping his fingers across the screen of his phone, browsing through the semi-public information related to the MS-13 case he had received from Caroline, and the photos of the murder came into his eyes.

He had never seen a human being do such a cruel thing to his own kind, and he could no longer be called a human being if he could do such an act, they had become human demons.

Only those who have fallen into the path of demons will have no mercy and do such a cruel and inhumane thing.

If it was on the battlefield, it would not be surprising that there would be any non-human behavior. It is a great irony that someone can now use a cruel method against ordinary people that would only be used in wartime, and this is only the work of a small gangster.

The hollow eyes and broken bodies of the dead in each murder all tell of the torture they have experienced, and the men, the elderly, the women and the children, everyone hopes that someone will get justice for them, even though they no longer have the eyes to look at.

Most of them were just ordinary people, women who had just returned home from shopping at the supermarket with their children, schoolgirls in school uniforms, boys playing football, and workers repairing houses.

The men were covered in knife wounds, some had their limbs cut off, some had their bodies dissected, and some had their bodies cut off by sharp knives, revealing their bones, and each of them had one thing in common, their eyes had been hollowed out, and the words 'MS-13' had been carved into their bodies.

According to Caroline, none of the people killed had a conflict with the MS-13 gang. The reason why they were brutally killed was only because those people and demons acted unscrupulously and without scruples, as if they were killing innocent people just for fun.

Mo Yi couldn't help but think that if such a gangster organization appeared in China, he didn't have to wait for the government to take action, and the few young people of the same age as him in the Taoist family would take action on their own to stop the killing. After all, this kind of behavior is considered to be a public outrage, and everyone will be punished.

Caroline told him that according to statistics, MS-13 now has more than 70,000 members active around the world, and more than 1,000 gang members in tiny New York Long Island alone.

The terrifying training of "killing, raping, and controlling" was carried out "meticulously" by MS-13. Drug trafficking, homicide, child sexuality, kidnapping, human trafficking, money laundering... But all the black things that can be imagined are within the scope of MS-13's "business".

On July 28, U.S. President Donald Trump delivered a speech on Long Island, New York, calling for a crackdown on the gangster MS-13.

In his speech, Trump called MS-13 members "beasts," and he accused the gangsters of being cruel and taking pleasure in torturing their victims.

If Mo Yi was still a little indifferent to what this gang did before, he just wanted to take this opportunity to rob the underworld and help the poor. Because for him, it's just one of the countless gangsters.

He does not take it as his mission to save the lives of the world, especially as he cultivates more deeply, his temperament becomes more and more indifferent, and he becomes more and more indifferent to the life and death of people.

But when he really saw these heinous evil deeds, he still couldn't suppress the emotional side of his emotions, and the thought of doing something for those who died kept coming to his mind, otherwise his state of mind would be difficult to calm down, and it would have some impact on his future practice.

Since the city's police are powerless due to the system and rules, it is difficult to eradicate these demons, so he doesn't mind helping them within the scope of his ability.

In the name of the Momen Lingzi, the law of the ink practitioner.

Caroline hid in the bushes forty or fifty meters away from Mo Yi and observed the movements around her, hoping to spot the gunman sent by the gang early.

The heat of Dallas at night was unbearable, and sweat was oozing from her forehead and body, beads of sweat slid down the sideburns of her hair to her chin and dripped on the dry grass. The ticking sound is clearly discernible in the silent night, combined with the beating heart rhythm to form an inexplicable rhythm.

She saw Mo Yi not far away browsing her mobile phone, and looked at him as if he was shrouded in a darkness that was thicker than the night, so that the dazzling light emitted by the screen seemed so dark in this dark night.

She touched her palms twice over her pants, gripped the handle of her gun again, and took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

She didn't know what Mo Yi wanted to do, and what means she had, she only knew that she must not let him be in danger, not only for the trust that the other party gave her, but also to give an explanation for her police uniform.

At about ten o'clock in the night, Mo Yi put away his mobile phone and looked up at the entrance of the park, the people who could appear here at this point in time, needless to say, must have come to look for him.

Nine...... Twelve...... Fourteen, the Ink Pupil Technique allowed him to clearly see everyone when these people first entered the park, including the various long and short guns they were holding in their hands.

Sending fourteen gunmen to deal with him alone, the boss of this gang can be quite cautious.

If he can't deal with the gunman, he will immediately evacuate to her location, and she will cover the two of them in the park until police reinforcements arrive.

As the gunman approached him in a half-encircled fan, the Lingqi in the sea of Qi in his inner body continued to spill outward, and the inky black Lingqi merged with the night, making his surroundings even darker.

George was assigned by Hunter Lucas to take out a tourist from Asia with a gunman, and he and his men felt that it was too much to ask for fourteen men against one.

A tourist, not an FBI or SWAT member, even if you assassinate those elites, you don't need so many people, only two or three can do it.

Peripheral members of the group reported that the Asian tourist had not left the park since entering the park in the evening, and that everyone else in the park had left and that the other party was still stranded in the park.

George saw this as a very good opportunity to show how powerful and cruel the MS-13 was, to show those who dared to provoke them how tragic the consequences were, a tactic that had been a fixture since the formation of the gang.

He was ready to beckon his men to rush over, capture the Asian, and torture them in the same way he used to do so until they begged for mercy and then shot them apart, giving him a thrill every time he did so.

Because of his unusual psychological appeal, he is called 'Perverted George' by many people, and he himself likes this nickname, which makes him feel that he can do anything.

George and the other gunmen had come to a distance of about 20 meters from the Asian man, and he noticed that the other man was looking up at them, but he didn't make any movement, and sat down calmly on the bench.

He was getting more and more excited, and he wanted to rush up and trample the young Asian man under his feet.

As he took two more steps, the night around him was thicker than when he had been at the park gate, and the air seemed to become unusually viscous, even slowing his movements.

He didn't pay much attention to it, only the thought of rushing up was in his mind.