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New Orleans at midnight is still brightly lit.

On a black sedan driving from Harrahan into downtown New Orleans, a black man in a neat suit was sitting in his driver's license seat and driving, his eyes all the time looking ahead.

In the passenger seat, George, the former king of Harahan's black boxing, was now holding a gun and pointing it at the black driver who was driving.

In the back seat, sat Wang Jingcheng, who wore a black mask and only showed a pair of blood-red eyes.

At this point, the only pair of blood-red eyes that appeared under the mask were calm.

But the black driver and George in the driver's seat and co-pilot couldn't calm down for a long time.

Recalling the scene in the Molore neighborhood about half an hour ago, both the black driver and George who drove couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Especially George.

A moment ago, when "Ghost Face" said the words that killed Solange and made him the boss of Harahan and Marrero, he only felt that it was a fantasy and that the other party was joking.

But in the next moment, Wang Jingcheng called him to go deep into the Molore neighborhood, come to the new underground black boxing market, and enter the underground black boxing market alone, about ten minutes later, he took the current Solanger under the management of the underground black boxing in the Molore neighborhood "Coru" out as a full-time driver, and drove towards the hotel in the center of New Orleans, where Solange was located......

George still felt like he was in a dream.

"That...... Ghostface, are you really sure you're going to kill Solange in the city center? George asked, incredulous.

As he spoke, Coru, the black "driver" who was driving on the side, also pricked up his ears.

For Colu, tonight also felt like a dream.

Since Jason's death, Solange, who has re-ascended to the throne and is attached to the underworld of Harrahan and Marrero, is a very heroic person. It's not like Jason is greedy for small profits.

For profit points like the Underground Black Fist, Solanger's approach is to throw it directly to Jason's subordinates, as long as he hands over seven percent of the net profit every month.

Coru was once a small boss under Jason.

If someone comes looking for trouble, go back to him if it can't be solved - that's what Solanger said.

In the early days, there were indeed gangs from other districts who coveted Harahan and Marrero and came to find a lot of trouble, but in the end, they were all brought by Solange and fought back with heavy firepower.

At that time, the police in New Orleans were very busy.

After the powerful firepower and professional skills of Solange and the people he brought with him, the gangsters in other districts of New Orleans knew about Solange's ferocity, and no one dared to attack him, and acquiesced in the fact that Solange was the new underground emperor of Harahan and Marrero.

Since then, the underground black fist that Coru has been watching over the Harrahan Mollore neighborhood has been undisturbed until today.

At that time, Coru was in a room in the underground black boxing arena, playing with a golden girl, when he heard the gunman sound outside, and before he could lift his pants, the man in the black mask kicked in the door and walked in.

After looking at the gap between the other party and the door, and seeing the scene of blood flowing outside and his subordinates lying all over the place, Coru raised his hands without any resistance, not even mentioning his pants.

And then it became what it is now.

He became the driver of his own car on weekdays, driving the two to downtown New Orleans, listening to each other's meaning, as if he was going to kill Solange at the downtown hotel.

"That...... You're great, but I'm going to say a little bit about Solanger and his men...... The firepower is fierce! Coru spoke after George had finished speaking.

Wang Jingcheng in the back seat of the car, under the black mask, the pair of blood-red eyes were calm. He didn't answer the questions of the two, but looked at Coru and said, "When you get to the hotel he said, George, you will let you drive away immediately." If he lied and Solange wasn't at the hotel, I'd call you and you kill him right away. ”

After speaking, he moved his gaze from Coru to George, and said calmly: "If you don't kill him by then, then I will come back and kill you together." Do you understand? ”

"Understood."

George nodded heavily.

He deeply understands that if he hadn't seized this opportunity, then he would probably only be a slum cripple for the rest of his life.

Coru in the driver's seat was not too scared when he heard this, after all, he was a gangster. He said: "Solange is different from the bosses of other districts, he basically does not leave the city center except for some necessary circumstances, and when we came to meet him, it was in the 37o8 room on the 37th floor of the 'Carey' hotel that I am talking about. But it can't be ruled out that he's not there—"

Wang Jingcheng directly interrupted his words and said lightly: "If he is not here, you will consider yourself unlucky." ”

"Hey! How can this-"

"Shut up!"

This time it was George who pointed the gun he was holding underneath at Coru's lower body, telling him to shut up, "Concentrate on driving." ”

When Wang Jingcheng saw it, he nodded imperceptibly.

He came to George, and also said that it was certainly not a whim to let the other party be the underground emperor of Harahan and Marrero.

The problem of gene rejection was solved, and after Wang Jingcheng finished the martial arts conference and collected martial arts and internal martial arts, the next step was to conduct genetic research.

The limit of the body's numerical value is determined by genes, Wang Jingcheng is not satisfied with the limit brought by the monster baby gene, he is ready to find as much as possible such a mortal creature like the monster baby, extract genes to strengthen himself.

But under this premise, he must have some achievements in genetic modification, at least to solve the problem of multiple genetic fusion modification.

To do genetic research, it is natural to use the real yàn body.

Gangsters are obviously a good channel to get a real body.

In every large city, many people go missing every day, and these people are either dead or trafficked, and most of them are related to gangs.

As long as Wang Jingcheng integrates and controls all the gangsters in New Orleans, it means that there will be a steady stream of real yàn bodies in future genetic research.

This is the purpose of Wang Jingcheng.

As for other aspects, in fact, Wang Jingcheng doesn't care very much.

With his current body value, ordinary firearms and bullets can't even penetrate his skin, and these gang bosses, who are difficult for ordinary people and even individual top mercenaries, are easy for him to kill.

praising George to the throne is just treating George as a puppet in the front desk, and he retreats into the background.

If George is unfortunate enough to be killed by other gang members, it will be a different puppet at most.

George clearly knew and was willing to accept this.

Time flies......

About 20 minutes later, the trio drove to the five-star Hotel Kerry in the heart of the city.

After Wang Jingcheng parked the car in front of the Kerry Hotel, he opened the car door and got out of the car.

After he got out of the car, the black sedan started again and quickly disappeared into the night.

Wang Jingcheng stood in front of the Kerry Hotel, which was dozens of floors high, looked up at the hotel building, and the information that Coru said flowed through his mind.

"Thirty-seven floors...... Room 37o8......"

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