With a roar of engines, George sped home in his new $600 Ford T-model.

After a while, he opened to the door of the villa, and the sight in front of him made him angry, and all the windows were smashed. The door was splashed with red paint, and a letter was glued to the door.

He looked around vigilantly and did not get out of the car immediately. Afraid of an Irish ambush around.

Slightly release the fifth sense, after not detecting the breath of danger. Get out of the car and walk quickly to the gate, the whole person is like a vicious tiger out of the cage.

"Frank is a guest, bring 1 million tonight, Brooklyn death row bar", George looked gloomy after reading the contents of the envelope, and his worst fears still happened.

Frank was injured trying to help him find out the news, and now he has been kidnapped by the Irish. Naturally, he couldn't have left Frank and walked away.

Looking at the door that was splashed with red paint, George punched it with anger. The thick red oak log gate seemed to have been hit by a cannon, and the wooden fragments were scattered all over the ground in an instant, and the farthest fragments flew out four or five meters away under the impact of the fist.

If this punch hits a person, the picture is unimaginable.

George nodded in satisfaction at the damage caused by the punch, and his heart calmed down. It is the first time that I have encountered this kind of thing in more than 40 years in my two lives, and it is impossible to say that I am not nervous.

After knowing his approximate strength, he was faintly excited.

Suddenly, a shrill siren sounded in George's ears, and he glanced back. Officer Hank, an old acquaintance, was slowly pacing the door with a gun aimed at his location.

"Police, hands up! Hold your head in your hands! ”

George had no choice but to raise his hands above his head and turn around. "Officer Hank is me, George!"

"It was you, I thought there was a robber. Looks like you need help. Hank immediately relaxed his guard when he saw the person in front of him, inserted the pistol back into the holster, and joked with a smile.

"It was the Irish who came to the door again and kidnapped my friend. Don't you police care? As if he hadn't heard the ridicule in his words, George asked in a serious tone, and his face showed just the right amount of anger.

"Sorry, George! For such a big case, you need to go to the police station to report it, and the police will only send someone to investigate after the case is officially filed. Do you have proof? The ransom letter didn't say it was written by an Irishman."

Hank shook his head, his big fat hands slapping on his beer belly, "I'm just a patrolman, you know, George?" For the sake of our friendship, I can help you call a housekeeping company. ”

George listened to what he said, extinguishing the last shred of hope for the safety of New York. Then he nodded at Hank to show that he understood.

By the time the housekeeping company had repaired the windows and installed the new door, it was already night, and George wore a crisp black suit and grimly examined the Colt pistol in his hand.

His long golden hair was tied back into a ponytail by him, and his strong figure filled the suit. The temperament of an abstinent suit thug came to his face.

After checking all the tools, he leaned back on the sofa and stared at the clock on the wall, with a bit of a sense of ritual for a strong man to go on an expedition. When the clock on the wall struck eight times, George rushed out like a tiger carrying a suitcase.

In February, the temperature in New York was still very low at night, and George opened the window of his car as if he couldn't feel the cold. Follow Atlantic Drive toward Brooklyn Highway. The tall buildings of Manhattan were gradually left behind him.

George looked out through the car window, old red brick bungalows, streets covered with garbage under dim street lamps, and ragged homeless people everywhere.

The Brook borough of New York in the 40s was synonymous with dirty, chaotic, violent.

As the largest immigrant area in New York, countless gangs of immigrants compete for turf here, because they can't compete with the mafia who now dominates the underground world of the United States, so they have to retreat to their respective strongholds to do evil.

The car slowly drove along the tired street to a stop not far from the death row bar, and all kinds of scantily clad street girls waved to George, and the brand-new Ford sedan also attracted the attention of countless street gangsters.

George learned to make a prayer gesture, drew a cross on his chest, picked up the box, got out of the car, and walked to the death row bar. The thugs squatting on the side of the street asked like sharks with the smell of blood, and they all got up and hung behind him not far away.

It didn't take long for George to walk to the door of the bar. Reaching out and straightening his tie, he pushed the door in, and there were more than a dozen men in shirts and trousers sitting in the bar, and the whole hall was filled with the sound of women laughing and drinking with men.

At this time, everyone saw George standing at the door, and everyone stopped their movements and looked back and forth at him.

"I'm looking for Frank! Shout at you bosses to get out! George exclaimed.

As soon as the words fell, the bar suddenly looked like a boiling water fryer, and all kinds of scolding came and went

"Raised by a son of a bitch, I'm going to cut off your eggs."

"Bastard in the rich area! Get out of Brooklyn"

At this time, a middle-aged man in a shirt walked out of the crowd, his eyes flashed at the door without speaking, and when he saw the box that George was carrying, he raised his hand to signal the crowd to be quiet. And with his eyes, he directed the two strong men to walk towards George.

Two brawny men walked up to George and motioned for a body search, and without making sure Frank was safe, he had to open his arms and let the strong man grope for him.

After taking the pistol from his waist, he searched for a while before turning his head and nodding at the middle-aged man.

"Welcome to our fat sheep from Manhattan, George! You can call me Bill! After receiving the message from his men, Bill said with an open arms and a laugh at George.

The bar also resounded with the laughter of the Irish Gang.

George resisted the urge to move and held up his suitcase, "What you want, bring Frank out"

Bill snapped his fingers, and the crowd separated from two strong men who walked out with Frank, who was 2 meters on his feet, only to see Frank's face covered in blood, and there was no intact place on his body.

He couldn't help but open his red and swollen eyes and saw George at the door, and said weakly, "George! What are you doing here. You shit Irish people dare to touch him, Lao Tzu will kill your whole family. ”

George looked at Frank's appearance at this time, and his heart was both moved and angry. Even in this situation, he was still thinking about himself. Now that he is confirmed to be alive, the big stone in his heart has been put down.

"Look at the philanthropists in New York, it's really a brotherhood. It's a pity that none of you can go back today! Bill mockingly walked over to George, pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head, ready to reach for the box.

"Bill, your hand with the gun, I'll let you swallow the gun with your hand!" George's eyes flashed fiercely, his left hand dropped the box and grabbed Bill's neck like lightning, and his right hand held the handle of the gun, crushing the palm of his hand holding the gun.

Then he pulled hard, and his entire arm left his body.

A terrible wail rang out through the bar, and everyone saw George holding Bill with his left hand and holding his severed arm with the other hand and pointing a gun at Bill's mouth.

Bill shuddered and howled, blood gushing out like oil.

The bloody scene shook everyone, and the whole bar was silent except for Bill's screams of pain echoing, and the Irish gang reacted and pulled out their guns and pointed them at George.

The two strong men holding Frank pointed their guns at his head and said tremblingly, "Open Bill, or you will shoot him in the head."

Seeing that his subordinates had reacted, Bill endured the pain and laughed miserably, "Let me go, I'll let you go." Otherwise, everyone will die together! ”

George glanced at him with disdain as if he had heard some joke. Approaching his ear, whispered in a voice that only he could hear, "Please watch a ghost story!" Phantom Fist! ”

He condensed the small universe, waved his hand holding the gun at the crowd, and saw everyone fall to the ground like an evil spirit.

"Who are you? Leave me alone.. Please, I've got money! A lot of money! The money for the office safe is all yours! My sister is Gambino's mistress, you can't kill me! ”

When Bill saw this strange scene, he completely broke the defense in his heart, and kept begging George, his legs shaking like a sieve.

A commotion came from him, and a puddle of water accumulated on the ground under his feet. It's not at all like the underworld hero just now.

George looked at the water stains under his feet and stabbed the gun violently into his mouth. The disgusted one took two steps back and said with a grim face

"You shouldn't hurt Frank, he's my friend, and you have to pay for doing something wrong."

Then he put his hand on Bill's chest, and the small universe urged with all his might, and Bill seemed to feel something.

He began to struggle with extreme panic, but he couldn't say a word with the barrel of the gun in his mouth, only bright red blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth.

Unfortunately, before he could speak, he flew upside down as if he had been hit by a cannonball, exploding a cloud of blood mist in the air.

The blood mist gradually dissipated, and the bar was littered with Irish gang members, all staring as if they had fallen into some kind of vision.