The slums of Newsland are an interesting place, at least in Chen's eyes.

All kinds of immigrants, legal and illegal, make this place diverse, but it is also full of chaos.

In the shadowy corners of the city, all kinds of evils occur at every moment, and many people who are struggling at the bottom can shoot and kill people for a new pair of shoes, or completely sell their principles for a hawk's head bill, and their cruelty and capriciousness are undoubtedly synonymous with them.

Compared with those gang members who have no worries about food and clothing, they are not inferior in many aspects, except that they can discover their Bole and a reliable and detailed plan.

For example, Burton, who has been in the slums for twenty-three years.

He's been lucky lately.

A few days ago, Burton had an unexpected job, and he was paid more than a thousand eagle dollars for each vote he completed.

It's much safer and more profitable than the things he did in the slums at all odds. Even if it is selling marijuana, it can't be compared, mainly because the bastards who are entrenched on the ground are too ruthless, and the income from selling a small package is only more than ten eagle yuan, and they actually have to take half of it, which is simply a group of greedy vampires.

Of course, the most important thing is that you don't need to spend any brains to do this, just follow the arrangement on the text message, and the other party has arranged the preliminary steps properly.

This is really an easy job for Burton, who thinks he is not very smart, and he can just sell his strength and yell a few words in a vicious voice.

And today, he received another text message.

[213 Ninth Street, Little Bear Restaurant, 1 p.m. to 1:15 p.m., wearing a gray blazer, carrying a black leather bag, brown hair, a man about forty years old, strong, with guns, temporarily celibate. 】

It's a coded message, a string of letters in a special arrangement, followed by a close-up photograph of a person with a big smile against the backdrop of a laundry with the name of DEHUTB's sign written on it.

"The brothers are moving, today is a man, with good guys and masks."

In the dilapidated factory, Bolton yelled and took his boys into a van with fake license plates and went out of the house.

By the time I got back, there was already one more person in the car.

It is the man in the photo, Frank Lloyd, the owner of the Bloody Hand Dirt Recovery Site.

After the beating, Frank sat down on a chair covered in injuries, barely opened his bruised eyes, and looked at the black men wearing pig-head masks, with a look of anger.

"What do you want to do, don't you know that I am a person with a bloody hand, if you don't want the whole family to be made into cat food, let me go"

Frank kept scolding, his threat was not a fraud, the Bloody Hand was engaged in the traditional underground business, but also ran several legitimate businesses, such as pig farms, slaughterhouses, and cat food production companies, these legitimate industries not only dealt with gang retirees, but also made it easy to completely disappear some corpses of unknown origin, and basically nothing remained.

It was brutal, but the kidnappers were indifferent to such a threat, and the lead one opened a laptop and pointed the screen at Frank.

As soon as the colors lit up, there was a scene that made Frank's eyes crack, his favorite little daughter was playing leisurely on the lawn, and her little face was facing the screen as if she was talking to someone, but at this time, she should be staying in school, and it was impossible to come out.

"What do you want me to do?"

Frank hung his head in pain and said resignedly.

…………

On the other side, outside the tavern of "Daddy John" on Fifth Street.

Sergeant Anthony, a former marine, sat quietly in the car, the submachine gun in his hand ready to fire.

It's not the first time he's done a killer, and the fighting qualities he has cultivated on the battlefield of Ifet keep him in top shape at all times. Breathing steadily, unflustered, keeping his eyes fixed on the doorway.

He was waiting for the predetermined target to appear.

[112 Fifth Street, Papa John's Tavern, 2:30 p.m. to 3:50 p.m., four people are targeted, a bald man wearing a coffee-colored jacket, a man with glasses with red dyed hair, a bald man with a tattoo on his chest and a gold necklace, a suit and a white suit, and a cigar in his mouth. Features: Gangster stalwarts, quick response, guns, and protection on the perimeter. 】

This is the description on the text message, along with a photo of what it looks like. Overall, it seemed like a difficult task, but it didn't make a difference to him.

After two years of fierce fighting, he suffered numerous injuries and became a real killing machine.

It's just that it doesn't bring what he really wants. A few years after he was discharged from the army, Anthony couldn't even support his family, and even his wife's serious illness had no money for treatment, so after receiving that inexplicable phone call, he became a killer who killed people for money.

After a brief memory, there was a bang, and the tavern door was opened.

The target didn't make him wait long, and the time frame described in the text message matched well, and at 3:18, four people came out shoulder to shoulder.

They didn't notice anything unusual in the vicinity, and were talking and laughing as they walked towards the parking place.

But when passing by a black second-hand car, a sudden change occurred.

Anthony slammed the car door, and without saying a word, the muzzle of the gun in his hand swept and shot out crazy flames.

Countless blood splashes flew in front of their eyes, fierce gunpowder smoke filled the mouth and nose, and the four people were hit by bullets before they could make a move.

It took four seconds to dump all 60 rounds of ammunition, and Anthony quickly retracted into the car before the rest of the people could react. With his foot on the accelerator, he rushed to the road, leaving only four corpses that had been beaten into honeycombs and a gang of panicked gangsters.

【Mission accomplished, next?】 In the speeding car, Anthony typed a few words with his mobile phone with one hand.

After a while.

[Drive to Niujiao Alley, the car gun is left, someone will come to deal with it, and the money has been placed in the old place. 】…………

In the police station building in Greenville, the police phone rang non-stop, and the busy voice was almost running without touching the ground.

After the rate of cases has skyrocketed in recent days, they undoubtedly feel a sense of exhaustion.

In the office room belonging to Sergeant Lawrence, the atmosphere is somewhat solemn.

"Detective Bey, are you sure your message is correct enough, you must know that if you break into a private house without a search warrant, if you fail to find something of a certain weight, you and I can only slap our butts and leave."

Sergeant Lawrence put his hands in front of his chest, and his voice was characteristically low.

"Sheriff, no problem, the information given this time is completely credible, the recent attacks on the Bloody Hand have made them panic, some of them want to collect funds in the short term, and they don't feel safe, so they put the recently shipped contraband in their own house with higher security, and one of the people who handled it was my informant."

Detective Bey said confidently.

He added persuasiveness to his words with a powerful wave: "The best thing is that he took pictures of several shipments, which I have already confirmed." ”

Lawrence still had some trust in not asking to see the photo, and he only thought for a few seconds before making the final decision: "Well, since you are so sure, I will send someone with you, and I hope the result is what you think." ”

Outside the building, groups of whizzing police cars swarmed in a particular direction.

In the corner of the phone, pinched in Detective Bey's hand, lay a text message that had been sent.

[I'm not going home for dinner today.] 】…………

In just one week, a large gang of 1,000 people fell apart, and while countless people were still surprised, the structure above the upper echelons of the Bloody Hand collapsed in an indescribably strange situation, and there was not one in ten.

The gangs at the bottom of the Bloody Hand didn't react at all, and they were stunned by this sharp set of combination punches. Looking around in a daze, they didn't even know who was doing it.

Poison Dragons.? No.

The last bombing has made them anxious, and they have been collectively invited by the police * to drink tea and chat all day long, haven't you seen that many people have lost a lot of weight, it is the factor of supplementing too much caffeine.

Ripper? Neither is it.

Although they were the main competitors of the Bloody Hand, in the process of the destruction of the Bloody Hand, these stupid hangers from the Rhodes Peninsula did not even occupy a spare territory, on the contrary, they also withdrew from many places under their control, obviously for fear of being affected by the pond fish.

External potential? It doesn't seem to be.

Although there have been a lot of inexplicable cases recently, they have all occurred sporadically, and the total number has not exceeded the normal range of previous years. What's more, the only object worth suspecting, the two gangs that suddenly appeared didn't know what kind of bad luck Lu Dao had, and they were kicked by a brave detective who came out of nowhere, I really don't know what Lu Dao should say about them.

Police! That's even less so.

As long as people with a normal IQ do not think about this outrageous answer. For the city of Newsland, which has a large population and has a large population, the gangs that dominate the area have actually become an extra force to maintain order and stability, and if you think of the homeland of the blacks, you can understand that the arrest of the people of the bloody hand is only a show of existence and revenge for the last bombing, and they probably did not expect this to be the result.

Countless speculations and gossip spread to all those who aspired to pursue a promising career as gangsters, as well as the gangs.

It can be said that this fact shocked the underground world of the entire city of Newsland, and they were afraid that it would be their turn next.

However, at the moment when this person was panicking, a piece of news came out.

Johnny, the boss of the Bloody Hand who has been missing for three days from the fourth day, appears, of course, a corpse!

He was found on the beach near the dock area, and the whole person had been eaten beyond recognition by marine fish, and it was finally confirmed through DNA proofreading and comparison.

Subsequently, Carloz, who seemed to have been low-key for a long time, announced in a high-profile manner that he would fully take over most of the territory vacated by the Bloody Hand.

Now everyone knows that another round of reshuffle in the underground world has begun.

And in that reopened Death bar.

With the powerful power of inexplicable power to help swallow the bloody hand, Carloz, who has become the head of the underground world in Newsland City, held a mobile phone tightly and typed a few words with a somewhat apprehensive expression.

[Dear sir, what do you want?] 】

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