'Bell bell...'

'Cuckoo cuckoo... Cuckoo...'

Under the sound of the antique clock, Lu Renjia glanced at the time, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and there was only one hour left before the order he gave after twelve o'clock, whoever dared to stir up trouble would be killed.

Grab the black handmade blazer on the back of the chair and put it on. I straightened my bow tie in front of the mirror. Lu Renjia in Tom. Accompanied by Hagan, Fat Santo, and Kent, he walked out of the study.

At this time, the Corleone Manor was already full of people with loaded guns, and there was a black oppressive area as far as the eye could see.

Ascend that Tom. A lectern more than a meter high erected by Hagan's men in advance. The lights that have been prepared for a long time shine on Mike, who is dressed in a straight suit. Corleone'. For a moment, the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down. All eyes were on the young man who stood on the podium and looked like a big business executive.

Lu Renjia took the microphone handed by the fat man Santo and cleared his throat. The spiritual power that surpassed ordinary people by one hundred and ninety times instantly spread out, and it was overwhelming towards these four or five thousand people. At the same time, the charming "Soul Shifting Dafa" was also used one after another.

"Tonight I'm Mike. Corleone: Thank you very much for coming from all over the world, and thank you for coming forward at a time when the law and order in New York is so chaotic, I know that some of you were vagrants before you came, and some of you may be veterans like me who have just retired from the battlefield and can't find a suitable job for a while, so of course, you have friends from the Collobo, Lukese, Bonano, and Kenowes."

"Either way, you can do your part to the security of New York, and it's over tonight. You guys will get me Mike. Corleone's friendship, thanks to our Corleone family's friendship, for those of you who don't have a job, I, the Corleone family, thank you for your contribution to the policing of New York! I can provide you with a stable and decent job."

Such impassioned rhetoric is like that of politicians who are good at demagoguery. During the election campaign, canvassing speeches are average.

Let those FBI undercover agents who mixed in all be dumbfounded, under such a passionate speech. These trained FBI undercover agents. I knew that all the recording equipment I had hidden on my body was in vain.

We are now in the Cold War period between the two nuclear superpowers, the United States and the Soviet Union, and nuclear war is on the verge of breaking out. As a result, the U.S. economy is in recession, and a gunman can be found for $500. According to the rules, each gunman who responded to the call was charged half of the fee in advance.

Of course, according to the conditions of this gunner's fame, marksmanship, experience, etc., the price varies. The most is thousands of dollars, and the least is about three or five hundred dollars. After all, this is hard work, who will do it if you don't give money?

And before the war. Employers often say the follow-up price directly, such as how much reward they will get for killing a person, how much they will get for getting injured, and so on. There's nothing like 'Mike. Corleone's like that, promising a blank check? It was as if the thousands of gunmen had come voluntarily.

Under the cover of the 'perception domain', the more than fifty FBI undercover agents who were mixed in the crowd could not hide in Lu Renjia's mind at all. After secretly noting the appearance of these more than fifty people, Lu Renjia secretly said in his heart, "It seems that even if the 'Soul Shifting Dafa' is promoted to D-level, the effect of large-scale use is still inferior to these specially trained FBI agents, although they are in a trance. But it has not been confused yet, the world of "X-Men: First War" is worthy of being evaluated by the "Evil God System" as a small world with a medium-level danger level of eight stars, so to speak, Lao Tzu is looking forward to the White Queen even more, "Think about it, Lu Renjia waved his hand, like a general commanding thousands of troops, and said loudly, "Go!" Pick up the guns in your hands. To end this chaos and help ordinary people in need!! Restore calm to New York!! ”

Standing by the window of the bedroom on the third floor, looking at the impassioned little son, the old Vito. Corleone smiled in relief. muttered: "Mike, you're right, it's a young man's world now, and the old antiques that can't keep up with the times will eventually be crushed by the wheels of history, and this era belongs to you."

Under the bewitchment of the charming "Soul Shifting Dafa". The thousands of gunmen were divided into four groups according to Kent's formation. Each of the three hundred people is divided into ten squads! Each is led by a gunslinger from the Corleone family. And also wrapped a white ribbon around each person's arm.

The FBI undercover agents who were in the crowd were originally just trying to get some 'Mike. Corleone's evidence of hiring a murderer slipped away, but after being grouped, they were all disorganized and divided into different squads. The Corleone gunners also made a point to check on their own team members.

And before leaving, Lu Renjia also specially called out to all the gunmen who belonged directly to the Corleone family, and ordered, "Among the more than 1,000 people tonight, there must be an FBI undercover agent inside, and when you will act, you can observe that if any of your team members did not shoot and kill, or wanted to slip away halfway, then he is an undercover agent sent by the FBI!" On the way back, get rid of these undercover agents! ”

These gunmen who belong directly to the Corleone family looked at each other, and they didn't expect that there would be FBI undercover agents in tonight's operation, but the current situation is, 'Mike. Corleone has already let the word out, if not, from now on, how can the Corleone family still have any prestige at all? So these gunners who belonged directly to the Corleone family were all secretly watching out for their own teammates.

With 'Mike. Corleone's order, when getting into the car, these gunmen who directly belonged to the Corleone family paid attention to the outside, and only let their team members get on the bus after the roll call one by one, and the four groups of people rushed to Brooklyn, Queens, Bronxshire, and Richmond County.

Into the night, those who ignore 'Mike. Corleone', the black street gang, Latin American gang, and Asian gangster ordered by the new patriarch of the Corleone family, still began to fight in their own way. However, to the delight of these gang members in the fight, there seems to be no way out of the way tonight. It won't be like the other day, when your side is about to defeat your opponent. That damn strip came out like a dogskin plaster.

Big Jim, who is vying for a block in Queens, pulls the trigger at a Mexican-style strip bar with a large-caliber shotgun. He shouted, "Come out!!" Mexican offal !! If there is a seed, it will come out!! Hahaha brothers!! Mexican chop can't stand it!! Kill these Mexicans!! From now on, this neighborhood will be ours!! Come on!!! ”

'Bang bang bang...'

'Bang bang bang...'

'Bang bang bang...'

Under the crackling gunshots like firecrackers, where do ordinary people living in this slum still dare to take the lead? The thirty-odd black brothers under Big Jim. One by one, with their revolvers, Browning tilted his head and began shooting inside the strip bar where the Mexicans were entrenched.

Several unlucky ******** had already been shot by the stray bullets and fell in pools of blood, and some were not yet dead, desperately wailing for help. But where will the Mexican gangsters in the bar who used to covet their bodies brave the rain of bullets to help?

More than 20 members of the Mexican gang used the solid wooden tables and chairs as improvised cover, hid behind and shot back.

"Damn nigga!! Where did they get such a fierce weapon? Why haven't the police come yet!! Yesterday's group of dead slips arrived in less than twenty minutes!! The brothers were fending off for a while!! Maybe the police are coming!!! As soon as the police come! These will definitely retreat, and we will go to them tomorrow night to get revenge!! A middle-aged man with a Mexican beard shouted.

Just as the Mexican man was expecting the police to come to their rescue, a dense burst of gunfire rang out.

'Da Da...'

'Da Da...'

Amid the sound of the Chicago typewriter pulling the trigger and strafing, the more than 30 black street gang members of Big Jim, who was facing the strip bar in front of him, were all knocked down by a sudden bullet from behind.

'Ding Ding Bell...'

After the gunfire stopped. The copper shell fell to the ground with a crisp thud.

The Mexican gangsters who were hiding in the bar and were beaten to the point of not daring to take the lead looked out when they heard the gunfire outside stop. For a moment, I was stunned by the scene in front of me.

I saw that the thirty or so of Big Jim, who had been attacking the door of the bar all the way just now, all fell on their backs, and through the dim street lamp, they could see the bullet-damaged clothes on Big Jim's body. More than 100 gunmen with Chicago typewriters and large-caliber shotguns were blocking the door.

'Whew' blew down the choking smell of green smoke from the muzzle of the gun. The Corleone gunman in charge of the squad carried the hot Chicago typewriter on his shoulder, strewn bullet holes into it. Even the strip bar with its signboard smashed shouted "Taco!! If you don't die, get out of here!! ”

The middle-aged man with a Mexican beard, nicknamed him, recognized the gunman carrying the Chicago typewriter as a member of the Corleone family. I had to crawl out of the bar. trembling in front of the other party.

"Hello Mr. Jack," the tortilla stammered.

The Corleone gunman, known as Jack, said coldly, "Tortillas!" Are you deaf or deaf? Didn't you hear the order of 'Lord Corleone'? After twelve o'clock, you still dare to stir up trouble? ”

'Gollum' swallowed his saliva, and the tortilla said in a panic, "No, no, I didn't provoke trouble, it was all Big Jim, the who killed me by themselves, I am justified defense, really justified defense"

"Just in self-defense? Well, for your sake, I'll spare you today! Come to our Corleone estate by yourself tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon!! If you dare not go. It would be seen as disrespectful to 'Lord Corleone'! I will definitely give greetings to the Corleone family when the time comes!! That's right! Clean up these corpses, if you are caught by the police and can't come tomorrow, I will still come to you!! "Say it. Jack took the more than 100 gunmen into the car and headed for the next block.

Seeing Jack swaggering away with more than a hundred gunmen. The tortilla realized that his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

One of his subordinates tiptoed over to the tortilla and whispered, "Big brother, do you really want to go to Corleone Manor by yourself tomorrow?" ”

"Not going? Do you want to receive greetings from the Corleone family? What the are you doing in a daze, hurry up and bury those dead ****! And all these chopped me up and threw them into the sea," the tortillas, which had taken all their anger out on his men, began to roar.

The same scene was played out in Brooklyn, Queens, Bronxshire, and Richmond at the same time, and as long as it was after twelve o'clock, the people who were still fighting in the streets, whether white, black, American, or Asian, were all mercilessly killed by the Corleone gunmen. And those gangsters who, like tortillas, did not take to the streets, but hid in their nests to defend themselves, received the same invitation, that is, tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, they would go to Corleone's manor alone to be summoned by 'Lord Corleone'. If anyone dares not to go, then they will be ruthlessly attacked by the Corleone family.

This night was later recorded as the 'Corleone era' by the FBI undercover agents who were mixed with the gunmen and luckily did not die. Later, there was a proverb in praise of the 'Corleone era'.

'Before twelve o'clock, the police say! After twelve o'clock, it's up to 'Lord Corleone' to tell! (To be continued.) )