The noise of gunfire was like thunder, and the tracer light shuttling through the streets was like a rainstorm.

As usual, Morse, with a group of younger brothers, stood at the forefront of the fight.

And unlike usual, he was holding a "torn" light machine gun with a chain in his hand!

The fierce muzzle of the gun spewed fierce fire, and the thick tongue of fire burned like a torch, so that the thugs of the Iron Hand Gang could not open their eyes.

After viewing the room on the roof of the casino and looking at Tony escaping from the window, Morse pointed his gun at the main entrance of the casino, laughed maniacally and pulled the trigger.

"Die! Hahahaha! The Iron Hand Gang of Miscellaneous! ”

The whistling rain of bullets tore apart the closed gate in an instant, and the thugs hiding on both sides of the main gate had no chance to reach out of cover to fight back, so they had to retreat in a hurry and find other, stronger cover.

A thug with a PU-9 submachine gun was unable to dodge and was swept in the shoulder by a machine-gun bullet, tearing off his entire arm, leaving only half of his bloody humerus.

"Ahhh!!h

The screams of killing pigs sounded at the door of the casino, and they were quickly drowned out by the roaring gunshots.

Morse was not the only one who did it, hundreds of Hyena Gang gangsters with assault rifles in their hands, and they all opened fire on the casino run by Tony at this moment.

The nearby civilians and gamblers had never seen such a scene, and they were all dumbfounded by this sudden situation, and they fled the neighborhood near this "last game" as if they were dead.

In less than five minutes, the entire street was empty, and only the fighting gangsters remained.

In the face of the automatic fire of the Hyena Gang, the Iron Hand Gang was beaten and couldn't hold their heads up.

Although the PU-9 submachine gun in their hands is also good at street fighting, the 9mm submachine gun bullet is far worse than the 7mm rifle and machine gun cartridges in terms of power and penetration.

What's more, the garrison has invested heavily in the Vespa project...... At least that was the case before.

With the current level of firepower of the Hyena Gang, it would not be a shame to be pulled to the front line in Borneo, let alone deal with a group of gangsters who are wandering the streets.

Half of the wall was swept down by the fire, and the sound of firefighting in the street ceased for a moment.

The Iron Hand Gang's outer defenses have collapsed, and the remnants have all been evacuated into the casino complex.

Looking at the dozen or so corpses lying behind the concrete shards, Morse smiled and waved his hand forward.

York, who was holding a "blade" assault rifle, bit a burning cigarette butt and, with a lot of bravery, took the lead in rushing into the door of the casino with a dozen younger brothers.

The thumping gunfire erupted again, and everyone quickly took up cover nearby, then poked their rifles out of cover and fired at the approximate location where the gunfire rang out from the opposite side.

Looking at the younger brothers who had already taken control of the gate, Morse unhurriedly inserted a new chain of ammunition into the light machine gun with a smoking barrel, and then loaded it with a click.

"Soup-Ni——! Your Grandpa Morse is here!! Hahahaha! ”

The butt of the machine gun rested against the shoulder guard of the bulletproof armor, and Morse also took a cigarette in his mouth, strode towards the door, and pulled the trigger to "thump" at the flickering fire across the hall.

The face illuminated by the firelight was full of hideousness, like a devil crawling out of the abyss.

The places swept by his machine guns were all as if they had been baptized by a typhoon, leaving only stumps and broken arms and messy debris.

Leaning behind a marble pillar, the security guard of the "Last Game" had fear written on his face, and the submachine gun caught under his elbow trembled, and he did not dare to poke his head out to fight back.

Seeing more and more brothers falling, he gritted his teeth and shouted over the walkie-talkie hanging over his shoulder.

"Boss! That madman's firepower is too strong! The brethren are running out of this—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Tony's roar came from the other end of the intercom.

"Then give me my life to top! Reinforcements are coming, and I'm going to die to keep them out! ”

Roaring at the walkie-talkie, Tony, who had already rushed to the second floor, listened to the gunshots coming from under his feet, and felt his heart and liver tremble.

He didn't know where these idiots got so much firepower, he didn't know what the Enlightenment would be, and he didn't know why the Enlightenment would be targeting him.

He only knows one thing, if he can't settle this trouble, he's finished!

And it's completely finished!

If the one sitting in the box loses a single hair, all the gangs in the entire Blackwater Alley will suffer!

No one will be able to save him!

Listening to the gunshots getting closer and closer, Tony gritted his teeth and wanted to reason with the one downstairs, but he couldn't say the name of the guest upstairs, so he could only yell downstairs.

"Morse! What the hell do you want to do? First I blew up Lao Tzu's factory, and now I'm coming to my casino to make trouble, I haven't provoked you! ”

Seeing that there was no response from downstairs, he swallowed his saliva and lowered his posture again.

"Do you want money? I'll give it to you! You name the number and give it to me! I'll give it to you now! ”

Perhaps the cowardice in his voice was heard, and there was unbridled laughter from downstairs.

"Money? Are you a beggar? Tony, you underestimate me, what I want is all you have! ”

Tony was stunned when he heard this, and immediately became angry.

"Don't go too far! I've got your face! ”

Morse downstairs pursed his lips and mocked.

"Excessive? Don't be funny, we're all working for the big guys, do you think I'll let you go for a few dinars? Today is either you dead or I live! ”

He will soar into the sky like a maggot with wings and become a real big man.

It's not just Blackwater Alley.

The entire Harbor of Eternal Night will leave his legend behind!

Tony's expression froze on his face, then gradually became distorted.

“…… This madman. ”

His mind was in a state of confusion, and at first he thought the guy was just talking crazy, but he couldn't help but hesitate when he heard the determined voice.

Why haven't the garrisons come until now?

If it were normal for such a big commotion, the guards would have already driven the assault car to kill them.

Could it be that the enlightenment really has a background that leads to heaven?!

Unfortunately, Peter didn't explain to him what was going on in the Northwest City, and he wasn't interested in listening to what was going on on the Willant radio all day.

The entire northwestern city has become a mess, and the guards and even the garrisons of the whole city have gathered, but the combat troops stationed in the port and about to go to the front line have not moved.

At this juncture, naturally no one will pay attention to the movements of Blackwater Lane.

Not to mention gang scuffles, I'm afraid that even if someone throws a nuclear bomb here, no one may care.

And just when Tony was in doubt, Morse was more and more sure of the guess in his heart, and the person standing behind him had overpowered Tony's backer, and even had a smile on his face that he was sure of winning.

The Sven coward who plastered his face didn't dare to show his face until now, and was completely unilaterally pressed and beaten by himself, while the people in the garrison seemed to be blind, ignoring the movements in Blackwater Alley, even if he put his machine gun under the opponent's nostrils.

What could be more indicative of the strength of the Enlightenment?

Confident, he was even crazier than ever, looking for the voice from upstairs to point the gun at the ceiling, laughing wildly and pulling the trigger and sweeping it.

Of course, the bullet couldn't penetrate the cement between the floors, but it still startled Tony standing on it.

Seeing that there were more and more "hyenas" rushing into the casino, and the gunshots downstairs were getting louder and more intense, he could only desperately urge his subordinates to fill in the top.

However, the thugs under him are also human.

Everyone in the gang is here to seek wealth, and the more humble ones are to protect themselves, and no one has ever thought of really taking their lives.

Seeing that the garrison had not moved for a long time and that reinforcements had been delayed, the morale of the thugs guarding the first floor of the casino finally collapsed, and they abandoned their positions one after another, and fled with their heads in their hands.

The Iron Hands are finished.

Even Tony's most loyal men have no doubt that their end has come.

Factories on the outskirts were bombed, and the heads of the "skull crushers" were cut off, and their heads did not even dare to put a fart, and even warned them not to trouble each other.

And now, the opposite side didn't even give them the opportunity to "be a man with his tail between them", and directly carried a machine gun to their door.

Their boss has been abandoned by the backers behind him.

There is only one explanation left......

The smart people have run all the way, and the rest are either brain-mixed, or not sober, or too sober.

Seeing the thugs guarding the first floor die and flee, Morse grinned, and did not chase after them, but just swept in the direction they fled, and then left the bunker and led a group of younger brothers across the corpses all over the ground and walked to the stairs.

However, perhaps it was too floating, or perhaps it was the hot-blooded man who let his guard down, that by the time he noticed the wheezing sound coming from behind the cabinet beside him, a young man had already rushed out with a PU-9 submachine gun.

"Ahhh

Screaming to dispel the fear, he screamed as he pulled the trigger and fired.

The haphazard shooting had some effect, and several bullets landed in Morse's chest.

However, a 9mm bullet could not penetrate the military bulletproof armor worn over the latter's body.

The madman he had shaved just swayed and staggered a few steps against the cover.

At the same time, the little brothers who were following Morse all reacted, and suddenly slammed towards the blindless Leng Touqing, and directly beat him into a sieve.

York was the first to rush to Morse's side and asked nervously.

"Boss! Are you okay! ”

Morse grinned, grabbed his arm and got up from the ground.

"It's fine."

As he spoke, he swept the back of his hand over his chest, only to see the shattered warheads fall to the ground with a loud thud.

Seeing that the boss had nothing to do, the younger brothers around cheered and whistled.

Morse grinned and shouted at the empty stairwell.

"Tony! Your people are dead! How long are you going to hide? Hahaha, don't finish it yourself, I still want to talk to you. ”

There was no response from upstairs.

Morse didn't talk nonsense, waved his hand, and led the group of younger brothers forward.

The young man who had fired at him earlier was lying in a pool of blood, twitching his mouth like a stranded goldfish.

York drew his pistol and gave him a hard time, but Morse frowned at the eyes that were gradually hollowing.

It's too much of a resemblance.

The young man's eyes looked like he had been.

At that time, he was also a young man, he had nothing but ambition and ruthlessness, and he only thought about one thing all day long, that is, how to behave in front of the boss and make a name for himself.

The only thing that doesn't look like it is that this guy shoots with his eyes closed, and that's the last thing you should do when sitting at a table.

Therefore, the winner of the bet stood here, and he was destined to lie on the ground.

Including Tony upstairs.

His eyebrows twitched again, and Morse didn't stop for a moment, and walked straight upstairs.

To his surprise, Tony did not hide, but stood in the hall on the second floor with a desperate expression.

"You're crazy...... Morse, do you know what you're doing? We're all finished. ”

Morse raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a sneer.

"It's you who is finished...... After tonight, I'll be the new ruler of Blackwater Lane. ”

"Hehe, I actually lost to a madman...... Hehehe...... Ahhh ”

Tony burst out laughing, but soon he couldn't laugh anymore and fell to the ground clutching his bleeding thighs.

The pistol smoked, and York spat on the ground, staring at Tony as he fell to the ground writhing on the ground.

"If you don't pretend to be garlic, Lao Tzu will already look at you unpleasantly."

Cowered on the ground like a dead dog, Tony didn't speak, and his pale lips couldn't speak, except for a twitch that didn't fit in with him.

The bullet pierced his artery, and in a few breaths the blood had soaked red his pants.

"Bandage him, my friends and I have to ask him something. Remember, I'm going to live. ”

Throwing the sentence to the younger brother on the side, Morse continued to walk upstairs.

The whole battle was as easy as a textbook, and he easily pinched the Iron Hand to death, and he didn't even kill a few brothers.

And after tonight, he'll be a legend for all of Blackwater Alley, and everyone will remember his name and who he's actually working for.

As for who Tony's backer is, it doesn't matter to him anymore, since the black hand behind the scenes has sent him here, he will naturally settle the troubles behind him.

However, there is another puzzle in Morse's mind, and that is why Tony did not run away, but chose to stand there and wait for his death.

He didn't believe that the cunning guy hadn't left a way out for himself, there must be more than one escape route hidden in the casino.

Unless—

The arrogant guy didn't even think he might lose, or that he had a reason not to run away anyway.

Curious, he walked upstairs with his machine gun in his hand, went from room to room, and finally found a locked door.

He knocked politely on the door, and there was no movement in the room, but the nicotine smell wafting through the crack in the door revealed that there was someone inside.

York, who was following him, and the other younger brothers looked at each other, all with strange expressions on their faces.

The guy inside still has the heart to smoke.

It's a disregard for them at all.

"VIP private room."

Morse glanced back, grinned at his younger brothers, and kicked open the closed door.

There was a thud, and the door slammed to the ground, and he stepped on the door with a machine gun, and saw a man with a cigarette sitting on the sofa in front of him.

It was a Willant.

His expression was a little surprised, but not half afraid, and even took off the cigarette butt and lightly lit the ashes.

Morse felt a faint sense of fear in the disappearance of the superior man, but that fear was soon replaced by a restless rage.

Why is this guy not scared at all!

Why look at him with the eyes of a dog!

"Good fight."

Lighting the ash off the cigarette butt, Peter looked at Morse with a sudden look of appreciation.

"I suddenly like you."

Morse narrowed his eyes slightly, then tightened the corners of his mouth and raised slightly, removed the smoking barrel, and leaned over slightly, like a decent gentleman.

“…… I don't know what this person is called? ”

Peter smiled lightly and said in a tone that was neither salty nor light.

"Tony never asks such stupid questions, he just does what he has to do, knows what we let him know, and takes his share."

Morse gently slurred his tongue and shook his head.

"Tut-tut, that guy is miserable, and now he's lying on the floor writhing like a maggot."

Hearing about Tony's tragic situation, Peter had an indifferent expression, and even smiled faintly.

"Really? I didn't expect him to be quite loyal, although he was a bit of a waste. ”

Morse's eyes narrowed into slits, and those eyes were like letters from a poisonous snake.

“…… Rubbish? ”

"Isn't it?" Peter shrugged his shoulders and said in a tone of course, "I can't do a little thing, my patience is almost gone when my neck is broken by the garrison's dogs, like a piece of mud that can't be stuck on the wall." ”

At this, he paused, and looked at Morse standing in the doorway with interest.

"I found that you are more capable than Tony, but you don't have the brains to use him...... But it doesn't really matter to us, do you want to think about doing things for us? ”

"For ...... What do you do? Morse was stunned, and suddenly laughed, "And like that dead dog down there?" Don't tease man, Lao Tzu is a member of the Enlightenment Society, you are a ball? ”

Peter's eyes narrowed slightly, and a murderous intent came out of his eyes.

No one but Dickens had ever dared to speak to him like that.

"The Enlightenment will ...... What the hell is that, I've never heard of it. ”

Morse sneered and teased.

"Your level is too low, of course you won't hear of it...... Do you know why there is such a big commotion outside, but the garrison does not react at all? ”

Looking at Peter, who looked stunned, Morse did not wait for him to answer, and continued slowly.

"An invisible hand is behind the scenes, and you can't even see it with your eyes...... Of course, I can only glimpse the tip of the iceberg as a disciple, but even this revealed tip of the iceberg is enough to crush you. ”

Peter looked at him stunned, laughing and crying.

"What are you talking about? Isn't your brain broken—"

Before he could finish his words, tongues of fire erupted from the muzzle of the gun that was suddenly aimed at him.

Unexpectedly, the other party would open fire, and Peter, who had been shot several times, rolled backwards with a muffled grunt, and was beaten into a hornet's nest along with the sofa under his butt.

The muzzle of the gun rose with the recoil, and the bullet swept all the way to the ceiling before Morse let go of the clasped plane.

He grinned and walked over to the corpse, picked up the blood-stained cigarette butt, and put it in his mouth.

"Sorry, I went off."

York walked in after him, spitting at the "bloody man" lying on the ground.

"Tired of it, who allowed you to talk to my boss like that!"

Peter's eyes widened with his back to the sky, and his chest was a blur of flesh and blood.

He couldn't believe that these bastards dared to do it to him.

And it's on the territory of the Willantes.

Not having time to deal with this guy, Morse rummaged through his body, but couldn't find any information about his identity, so he pouted and left him aside.

From now on, this "last game" will be his Morse property.

The gamblers of Eternal Night Harbor don't care what happens here, or how much blood flows from that tiled floor.

Once they've cleaned it up, the gamblers will come in as usual.

Of course, it's not just casinos.

He will accept all of Tony's inheritance, and use the gold earned from those industries to make this Blackwater Alley the most prosperous city that never sleeps in the entire Great Desert!

And he, Morse—

will redefine the order here and become the uncrowned king of the city that never sleeps!

It wasn't something he dreamed of in his dreams, but it was an indirect way to fulfill his dream.

Walked to the broken window and stood still, Morse squinted softly, enjoying the evening breeze blowing in his face, admiring the afterglow of the heat.

York walked up to him, excitement and adoration written on his face.

"Boss...... What's next? ”

"Hmm...... I thought," Morse turned around and walked over to the corpse, kicking the non-moving leg, "drag this guy down, maybe our friends will be interested." ”

His job is done.

That Taran and Kant should come to him...... Or maybe the Enlightenment will plan to send someone else over.

Morse wasn't in a hurry at all, he had already won the gamble anyway.

However, at this moment, an alarm suddenly rose from his heart, so that cold sweat even oozed from his back.

What's the situation?

Could it be that something went wrong?

His thoughts raced, and at that moment, a short buzz came from the window, and York's head shattered into a watermelon and fell to the ground with a thud.

"York!! No! Damn it, sniper! ”

Morse's eyes turned red for a moment, he tore open his throat and yelled, and hurriedly withdrew from the room.

At the same time, after a few short "chirp" gunshots, the entire second floor of the casino has turned into a sea of blood.

A group of soldiers armed to the teeth rushed through the doorway.

They are dressed in exoskeletons, and their head-to-toe equipment is enough to make the cannon fodder on the front line drool with envy.

Purge the team!

As one of the tactical trump cards of the legion, the armed configuration of the Southern Legion has a completely different idea from that of the Eastern Legion.

The latter is still a continuation of the cluster tactic of large numbers of people, while the former is moving closer to enterprises on the East Coast to a certain extent.

Lying in a pool of blood, Tony was only half breathing.

Gasping for breath, he lifted his groggy eyelids to look at the boots that had stopped in front of him.

With all his strength, he reached out and left a blood-red handprint on the boot, trying to grab something.

At the same time, his mouth came out with a staccato pleading.

“…… I tried my best. ”

"I did what you asked me to do...... I beg of you...... Spare my family...... They don't know anything......"

The soldier didn't say a word more, and the muzzle of the silencer was pressed against his heavenly spirit cover, and with a clean shot, he fell back into a pool of blood.

His index finger pressed against the side of his helmet, and the soldier exhaled a breath of cold air and reported succinctly.

"The second floor is empty."

A moment later, an answer came from the communication channel.

"Militants are moving from the fifth to the fourth floor, they are near the safe passage...... No hostage targets were found. ”

"Roger."

With a clean reply, the man waved his hand toward the stairs and headed straight for the safe passage to the side.

The soldiers who had captured the second floor immediately split up in two directions and advanced in the direction of Morse.

Spotting this group of uninvited guests, the "hyenas", who were counting the loot, quickly picked up the guys and opened fire on the group of soldiers armed to the teeth.

However, in the face of this group of well-trained soldiers, they could not even delay the time, and they were all shot through the skull.

The battle was a one-sided slaughter!

Morse, who had retreated to the fourth floor, had horror written all over his face.

The sound of gunshots from downstairs reminded him that it was no longer safe underneath, but he was trapped here with nowhere to escape.

Exiting the safe passage, he leaned against the corner of the stairwell and yelled downstairs.

"! Who are you?! ”

The group did not respond.

They are like cold killing machines, cleanly harvesting one life after another.

Looking at the brothers who continued to suffer casualties, a deep sense of powerlessness crept over Morse's heart.

You can't just die here!

Especially such an inexplicable death!

The usual madness rushed to his head again, he cursed and shouted, threw down the machine gun hanging from his shoulder, and then slammed the window open with his shoulder, jumping straight from the fourth floor.

This height is enough to cripple a person even if it doesn't kill you.

However, perhaps he didn't deserve to die, his shoulder hit a shed to shelter him from the rain, and then rolled into the bucket of swill in a street restaurant.

The façade of the restaurant was tightly closed, and the whole street was silent, as if he were the only one left.

I don't know when it started, but a light rain began to fall in the cloudy sky, and the dense ticking sound seemed to drown him out.

Morse has never been so embarrassed.

Even when you're at your worst.

Like a frightened beast, he stumbled and ran away, but he didn't know where to run.

Who the hell are those people?

Why did they kill him?

And also......

Where are the Enlightenment people?

It was as if he was hallucinating, and the road under his feet gradually turned into nothingness, as if he had returned to that unrealistic dream.

In that dream, he was a surgeon running an ordinary clinic.

Blackwater Lane has been quiet for decades, and there are no endless gang fights.

He had a sensible son and a lovely daughter, and although he was not a competent father, at least he was much more reliable than his father, at least he never brought a bottle of wine home.

"Ahhh!!h

A low growl came out of his mouth, trying to get the chaotic image out of his head.

That's not what he wanted!

I didn't even think about having these weaknesses.

However, he didn't know why he had seen these fucking things in that dream, and even faintly thought about doing it for another second.

And at this moment, a figure appeared in the distance.

The man was draped in a raincoat with a pitch-black shiny exoskeleton and a compact assault rifle underneath it.

Morse's face was full of despair, but seeing that the other party did not shoot, hope was rekindled in his heart.

The man reached out and gently lifted the brim of his raincoat, as if to get a better view of his face.

Morse heard a soft sigh and his steps slowed involuntarily.

"Hey...... I shouldn't have sympathy for a guy like you, but what can I say...... I don't have a grudge against you. ”

After a pause, the man placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Keep running, I'll leave it to me."

Morse looked at him stunned, and a hint of doubt gradually appeared in his awake pupils, but he still asked with a trembling voice.

“…… Are you from the Enlightenment? ”

"Yes." The laughing man patted Morse on the shoulder and said succinctly, "You know where to go." ”

He wasn't sure, after all, the [Desert Eagle] idiot wasn't as reliable as he thought...... Although he himself is not a reliable thing.

In short, the guy made a reasonable analysis based on the information gathered by the Desert Corps, and figured out one clue after another, and concluded that Morse might really know a little about the Enlightenment.

Otherwise, it's hard to explain why this guy gambled so much, pressed all his net worth, and sold so thoroughly for this illusory bait.

Although it is a better option to ask in person, it is too late in time.

Only two and a half hours have passed since the bomb exploded at the radio station.

Hearing the stranger's words, hope reignited in Morse's eyes.

The Enlightenment Society did not give up on him!

The memories of Chaos grew clearer, and he remembered the dark alley.

“…… Over to you. ”

One last grateful glance at the stranger in his raincoat, he turned and hurried towards the dripping rain.

At the same time, a group of soldiers wearing exoskeletons also chased out of the "last game" casino.

The communication channel was filled with a cacophony of communication.

"...... Peter is dead! ”

"Mission failed."

"I jumped out of the window on the fourth floor and ran away."

"This guy is big enough to not fall to his death."

"Leave it to me, and you can recover the body."

The sniper lying on the roof of the building took a deep breath and replied in a cold tone.

The rain was not yet very heavy and had little effect on the field of vision, and there were not many people on the street, so his scope quickly locked on the figure running along the street.

However, just as he was about to pull the trigger, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, what's going on?"

The sniper was stunned for a moment, and turned his head sharply, but was grabbed by the collar with one hand, ripped off the wheat from the helmet, and threw it directly from the six-story high cylinder.

Hearing the muffled sound coming from downstairs, the sand sculpture stretched his neck and glanced downstairs, and saw that the person lying on the ground in a large figure had stopped moving, and softly recited the sin.

Without the slightest apology, he lay on the back of the sniper rifle.

His eyes came to the side of the scope, and the sand sculpture reached out and pressed it next to his ear, clearing his throat.

"The snipers are in position, but there is no support...... I'll leave the finishing touches to you, and I'll have to keep an eye on the 'bait' side. ”

At the same time, on the other side, on the street in the distance, the laughing man who was quietly waiting estimated that the pursuers were also approaching, so he took a time bomb from the exoskeleton.

This is the finishing touch.

After all, the alliance and the legion did not officially start a war, and he came in with a black household, so it was still a little troublesome to be discovered.

With a predetermined time of death, he expertly inserted the bomb into the tactical lanyard on his lower back.

Listening to the voice coming from the communication channel, he replied without surprise, and then turned off the communication.

"Yes, I know, Lao Tzu has to be a corpse again."

(End of chapter)