"Who are you?"

"Kaz." "Dior." "Diablo."

Three Deadpool puppets nearly two meters tall were restrained side by side in front of Luo Yin. He consumed all the precious alchemy materials and the living Deadpool, and only succeeded in these three cases in total.

It has a basic intelligence, physical strength and five senses, and is also infused with basic driving skills and fighting skills. Dressed in black, a metal mask is embedded in the scales of the face, and then a wig is almost the same.

Heavily armed, Luo Yin carefully untied Diablo's restraints, and the newborn puppet half-knelt on the ground, and then staggered to his feet.

"Diablo, what's the point of your existence?"

"For you." The puppet replied dumbly.

Three days later, Luo Yin bought another abandoned garage next to Albert's alchemy workshop and bought several trucks. He went to the Night's Watch to return the manuscript, and the old cowboy seemed to know nothing, and called him to watch a western.

Half a month later, he began recruiting bold characters from gangsters in the cities around Chicago. Throughout April and May, he was quietly "recruiting", and all meetings were handled by three iron-faced puppets. Luo Yin remotely operated through a three-piece set of cameras, microphones, and voice changers.

After the Deadpool ambush, he completely lost trust in the Hunter Network. He doesn't have the ability to find out who is behind it for the time being, but it is impossible for him to trade through this platform anymore. Cash flow will also be monitored by the powerful Norma, so it must be fully converted to cash transactions.

All the money in the workshop flowed quietly, ostensibly in a lot of money for enjoyment, fine wine, luxury cars, and beautifully renovated houses, but in essence, some of these funds were lost and went to a small city in Illinois, DeKalb.

This is the starting point of a new development he has chosen, using Deadpool golems and gangsters to go all out underground. It's not too far from Chicago, it's far from the lights of Chicago, but fortunately, the transportation is quite convenient.

In alchemy, he turned to the study of the "snake" of the spirit of words. The effectiveness of the "Serpents" is gradually increasing, and the communication range has been expanded to 100 meters, allowing him to instantly communicate with Deadpool golems and core gang members, and even connect with their senses.

In the academy, he has become synonymous with "self-depravity", and after making a little "little money", he indulges in pleasure, and the workshop has not produced any new results for a long time, but only relies on the old things to maintain the business. There were fewer and fewer eyes staring at him.

At the beginning of May, Luo Yin quietly came to the city of Dekalb. The Workshop's cash flow was already in jeopardy, and he owed some foreign debts, but the project was finally able to get off the ground.

Based on two hardware stores and a fast-food restaurant that sells super unpalatable burgers. The three puppets as the main executors, plus dozens of recruited young people, have a common trait of a brave personality and are attracted to the immortality of Master Dior.

They call themselves "Samaritans", meaning benevolent givers, and Samaritans, the leader of the Order, never appears. With efficient internal contacts, high-quality goods, and three iron-masked, undead bosses leading the charge, the Samaritans were able to integrate DeKalb's unbeatable gang in just one week.

The Samaritans don't touch the white powder business, they don't touch the business of red light districts and casinos, they only focus on the arms business. With DeKalb as a base, the Samaritans spread northward, avoiding the bountiful city of Chicago. As their power expanded, they finally encountered a gang suspected of being mixed with half-bloods, just as Luo Yin had predicted.

The secret party regarded itself as a "decent family" and did not want to get involved in this black and gray industry, but it also included the Gattuso family, which was laundered from the gangster business. And more mixed-race forces in North America, such as the Henkel family, have been completely transformed into secular capital groups, mixing everything and wanting to make any money.

At the end of May, the Samaritans tentatively threw out a batch of alchemical items, an improved version of the Blood Vial I, and a batch of silver bullets. After going through many lessons, when it comes to the trading of alchemy items, Luo Yin does not go to the hunter website, does not use any electronic communication, and only communicates with the "snakes" through face-to-face conversations.

Sure enough, the other party took the bait. During the second delivery on the outskirts of DeKalb, there was a shootout between the two sides, and two of them were killed, but "Diablo" retreated with a gun hole and goods. This was followed by two more raids, again in vain. The Samaritans had earned respect and vigilance from their opponents, and before the situation could further ossify, Henkel received an unexpected phone call from the "Samaritans" requesting negotiations.

"You killed seven of me, and the methods were not good."

The mysterious Samaritan is nearly two meters tall, wearing a wide black robe and a dark gold mask, and her voice has been processed with a voice changer. The tone is not polite either.

"For the hidden Samaria, a leader who does not dare to sit at the negotiating table, I don't think there is anything wrong with the methods of those young people."

Henkel spins a dark gold revolver on the table, with a glass of tequila in front of him and a relaxed expression. The other party made a request for negotiation, and named him to talk to the leader Henkel, but he only dared to shrink behind the screen, probably a rat with no confidence.

"I'm just a nobody, I don't have the guts to face your holy judgment, wait until the day of the funeral to bring you a bouquet of flowers."

The old man's face darkened. The spirit of the Holy Judgment has been extinct for too long, and it should only be known to a very few people in the previous era.

"You shouldn't trespass on our family's territory."

"The territory is not important, the future is important, is it?" Luo Yin behind the mask smiled, this prop costume is really going to suffocate people.

"You bought the first batch of goods, and then you rushed in. Let me guess, you've only been busy making money all these years, and you've been thrown off by the secret party in the field of alchemy, right? ”

"Tell me how you got this shipment." Henkel was noncommittal. The quality of the goods they got was outrageous, even better than the original goods sold by the secret party. Could it be that the Samaritans were some Kassel trustee who made money......

"It's not what we get, it's what we produce. The Samaritans have top-notch alchemists, and the goods sold by the Secret Party are not only able to crack, but also to make better ones. ”

I crack my own .jpg.

"Mr. Henkel, all we need is a little bit of your tolerance. From now on, the Samaritans will have a steady supply of alchemical items in your territory, ten times better than those sold by the Esoteric Order. ”

Henkel seemed to be in deep thought, a dozen seconds of silence. A subordinate walks over and points the video from a tablet at the camera

"I don't see the need to cooperate."

On real-time surveillance video, a team surrounded an abandoned two-story residential building. They were well-trained and quickly surrounded the room on the second floor and broke down the door. Inside is a puppet with a batch of silver bullets, "Diablo".

"This is your important subordinate, the name is ridiculous. The so-called immortal body can only deceive ordinary people, and the physical fitness of the half-breed is only better. ”

The gangsters in black suits raised their guns and fired, three shots in the chest in a zigzag shape, and one in the forehead, and Diablo fell on his head in the assault.

The team members stepped forward to check on the cargo, and everything was safe.

And Samaria just continued to sneer. When one of the team members went to remove the hideous iron mask, the tyrannical golden eyes shone brightly. The Deadpool golem bared a mouthful of shark-like fangs and squeezed out a phrase from deep in his throat, "Samaritan wishes you good health." ”

The golem snaps the viewer's neck, and the rest of the team turns around and begins firing at their target in terror. The puppet pulls the shadow line of the bomb inside its body, and the sudden explosion detonates four more boxes of silver bullets, and the shock wave and elemental turbulence completely destroy the entire floor. The video was interrupted.

Samaria, on the other hand, just sat there in silence, with great composure, and it seemed to him that his men of this excellent blood were just dead men who could be sacrificed at any time.

Henkel realizes that he was mistaken, that this small gang of "Samaritans" is not a group of brainless hybrids, but a little tusk of the deep sea monster on the horizontal plane.

"Samaritans, are they enemies of the Secret Party?"

"We are no one's enemies, the Samaritans are just ordinary businessmen who are willing to give, nobodies, and we will help whoever bids higher. We don't care who wants to be the emperor of the dragons, there are only two important things in the world, knowledge and money. ”

"Well, let's cooperate." With a gloomy expression, Henkel turned off the communication.

Luo Yin, who was covered in sweat, finally took off his prop costume. He was almost schizophrenic, and while talking to Henkel, he had to use a group of snakes to give orders to the puppets, and he didn't want to sneer the whole time, but he didn't have enough brainpower.

Ah, Diablo, you died so miserably, Diablo! We will always remember you, Samaritan hero.