The night is as dark as ink, and the night is as cool as water. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Still at the border of the Russian gangster's territory not far from the dock area, in a no-man's corner, Sean was dressed in black and slowly fell down.

Then he went straight to the end of a small alley.

Looking at the warmly lit small residence not far away, Sean paid more and more attention to these high-level gangsters in his heart.

These gangs that can expand to the top are completely different from those small gangs that do not enter the stream, although they seem to do business without much contact with ordinary citizens, and even the direct damage to the citizens is not as much as the damage caused by the robbery, rape and various violence caused by those small gangs that do not enter the stream, but it is precisely because of their system-like operation that these huge gangs have formed an existence that ordinary people cannot touch, and capable people dare not provoke.

At the same time, they have great abilities, but what they do is only for profit, all kinds of crimes, blood, and indirectly cause damage that is not at all comparable to those small gangs that do not enter the stream.

It's like the warm little house not far away at this time, although the lights are bright and gentle, but the people living in it are not a couple who love life and have harmonious feelings commensurate with this light, but gangsters who don't know how many sins they have committed and how much blood they have stained.

One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four, four people, four guns, two watching TV in the living room, one in the kitchen, less than eight meters apart, and one in the basement, huh? The thing is also in the basement, is it going to change hands or change places? Anyway, let's quickly kill those three, and then just block the fourth one in the basement, maybe you can ask for something.

Thinking so in his heart, Sean opened his eyes, but he was already clear about the situation inside the small house not far away, and he no longer hesitated at that time, a layer of almost transparent light blue telekinetic shield directly enveloped his whole body, and his eyes looked at the window of the small apartment, the sofa behind the window and the flickering TV, and the mental power accumulated under his feet was violently released into an impact, and the body brushed away.

Bang! Crash!!

The sound of the glass window shattering in an instant was just relaxed, and the two Russian gangsters who were sitting on the sofa and watching the funny show on TV while leisurely drinking beer were startled, and they didn't look back to see what was going on after years of experience, and the two of them pulled the sofa at the same time and stood up directly, their bodies shrank back, and at the same time the palms of their hands touched the pistol inserted in the back of their waists.

Whatever happened, they were going to shoot straight out anyway.

But before they could start to fight back, the broken glass that was scattered all over the ground suddenly jumped up from the ground, and the upturned corners were pointed directly at the two people hiding behind the sofa, and then shot up with the momentum of encirclement, and suddenly the sound of the tip of the glass piercing the body sounded, and the screams were about to be heard.

However, the scream was just about to sound before it stopped, only to see the two Russian thugs covered in glass shards, covered with blood, and between their throats, a crystal blue blade pierced at some point, completely blocking the trachea, blood swayed like a tide, and only a piercing hoarse sound came out of the mouth.

"Andrey, what's going on...... Affair! ”

The kitchen door was opened, and a man with long hair stuck out his head and shouted dissatisfiedly, but as soon as he spoke, a sharp short knife directly filled his sight, and the force on the sharp knife pierced his head directly, and he fell on the cutting board with his head up, and then only heard the sound of 'dang', and the white and green vegetable leaves quietly added a more vivid color, and finally the last tone of the inquiring words also fell.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret! But there's only one eye left!

Sean frowned, pushed the sofa directly to the sofa with a force of his arm, pulled out another sharp short knife condensed by telekinesis, and then with a wave of his palm, he directly closed the kitchen door, and behind the door, the sharp blue short knife also quietly disappeared into the air, and then there was another sound.

When I closed my eyes, I scanned my spirit, but I saw that the person in the basement didn't seem to hear the sound on the ground, but just waved the shovel in his hand and dug something.

He stepped forward, straight in the direction of the basement.

Because of his previous doubts, he paid more attention to the concealment of arms on the territory of the Russian gangsters, although he didn't know if his doubts were true before this, but when he turned around the territory of the Russian gangsters with the ability of mental scanning a few times, he finally confirmed that the previous discovery was accidental, but it was not accidental.

It is said that it is an accident because he came across a warehouse that happened to contain munitions, and it is not said by accident because there are three places where Russian gangsters gather here, and they are all one box.

There is no pattern to the location and location of the distribution, but it is also in line with the ideas of these gangsters. And under Sean's usual caution, after he investigated the situation clearly tonight, he finally chose this extremely hidden and least manned location to start.

And the results were remarkably smooth.

The sound of opening the basement door stopped the sound of shovels shoveling the ground, and then a complaining question: "Victor, is that you?" Oh! Come help me, I'm so tired,! I've dug half a person deep, and I haven't dug it yet, so it can't be that idiot Lev playing tricks on us! Bastard! That guy himself got the reuse of Boss Maxim and forgot about me, his best brother ever, alas! What a misfortune! ”

Sean, who originally wanted to get something from this guy who seemed to talk a lot, frowned when he heard this, but he didn't expect that this guy in the basement was still a chatter.

"Hey! Victor, is that you? Peter? Andre? Feed! Speak! ”

Apparently impatient, he heard the sound of a shovel falling to the ground, followed by footsteps.

Sean let out a sigh and went straight into the basement.

"Who are you?"

As soon as his figure appeared, the person who had already stepped on the wooden steps raised his head and asked, and then he was stunned, suddenly! The man exclaimed, and hurriedly took out his pistol, but he felt empty, and at the entrance to the basement, Sean had an extra pistol in his hand, and pointed it at this gangster who looked a little unqualified.