George looked at the scene in front of him and was secretly frightened. He could already imagine himself in this world being almost a humanoid self-propelled nuclear bomb.

If you join the army yourself, you can become a general. Of course, it is more likely that it was tied up by the U.S. government to slice and study.

Just as George was still immersed in the reverie brought by power, a weak voice sounded. "George! Can you get me to the hospital soon! I feel like I'm dying! ”

George laughed awkwardly when he heard Frank's words, seeing that he could still speak normally, it should not be life-threatening. "I'm sorry, Frank, if you hold on a little longer, I'll collect the medical bills first, and I'll take you to the hospital right away."

Then he walked to Bill's office behind the bar, where the cluttered room was littered with lingerie of all kinds, bags full of cocaine were randomly placed on the table, and there was still unused white powder on the tin foil.

George waved his hand disgustingly, and the guilt of killing this kind of scum disappeared in his heart, after all, the socialist education in his previous life had made him hate such things as cocaine.

After searching for a while, I found a small safe hidden in a locker.

He grabbed the handle, and with a hard 'click', he pulled the cabinet door down. Bundles of $100 in cash were neatly laid out in the safe. George didn't count how much money he had, but just put it all into the system's warehouse.

Then he swaggered away from the door of the death row bar with the wounded Frank. George wasn't afraid of anyone telling the police about his visit to the bar, and all the people who had seen him do it, except for Bill, who had disappeared, had turned into vegetative people.

The New York police estimated that they wished that Bill would die sooner, so that they could collect protection money from the new boss. Even if they do come to the door, it is estimated that the police in the United States will not be enough to fight George.

Just two hours after they left, police cars raced through the streets of New York at night, finally converging on a destination.

An hour earlier, the police department had been alerted to a dozen wounded people lying unconscious on the ground at a Brooklyn death row bar.

Ordinary people may not know what a death row bar means, but the police agents are very clear.

Which bar is the base of the Irish Gang, the largest gang in New York except for the five major families,

As soon as the news came out, the whole of New York was shaken. Black and white spies rushed to the scene of the incident.

was enjoying the delicate service of a girl at a lover's house, and then was notified by phone of the news that the Irish gang was wiped out.

He hurriedly withdrew his troops, ignoring the coquettish voice of the girl under him, put on his clothes and went straight to Brooklyn. He understood what the news meant.

New York's underworld balance is about to be upset, and what kind of storm will it face if it is not handled well. Compared with her career and life, a woman in the United States is just a pink skeleton.

When John arrived at the death row bar, he saw this strange scene, a small pool of blood, no trace of violent destruction at the scene, and a dozen Irishmen lying on the ground with empty eyes and unconscious.

I haven't encountered this kind of scene in the past 20 years as a police officer, and looking at the various directors who are silent around him, the gold medal detective also looks like he can't figure out the situation.

I couldn't help but feel a wave of anger rushing from my toes to the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

"Can no one tell me what's going on here?" New York Police Chief John Weil was standing on the scene and roaring loudly.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally an agent from the Brooklyn Division Police Department replied stiffly.

"Report to the Director, after a preliminary investigation, in order to find traces of the murderer, the cause of the injured person's coma is not clear for the time being, no injuries have been found in the body, the identity of the scene has been verified, except for the leader of the Irish Gang, Bill, all the core personnel are lying here, and there is a damaged safe suspected of being robbed"

"Walter? You're telling me that's what your survey is all about? This group of people on the ground is not injured, they are unconscious like walking corpses, how can I report to those masters? The KGB invaded New York? Aliens took their souls? They were robbed? Are you going to tell me that the five families did it? ”

John listened to the report of his subordinates and scolded in one breath, his forehead was sweating with anger, and he quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat.

"I have to find out who did it, otherwise I will do it, and you will not end well!"

After saying that, he quickly left the bar, and there were important people waiting for him next.

After seeing John leave, everyone in the bar breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere just now was almost as frightening as a gallows.

Everyone started talking.

"Fake, I've heard that there is an evil force in the East that can take away the souls of men! Is it all true? ”

"It's terrifying, what kind of person can do it! The Irish gang was wiped out like this? ”

"I wonder if I continue the investigation, will I be retaliated by the murderer?"

"Fake, don't say any more!"

Little did George know that he was now like a nightmare hanging over the black and white heads of New York, where an urban legend was spreading that the devil specialized in taking the souls of gang members at night.

In a manor on Manhattan's Upper East Side, Luciano, the godfather of the mafia, was sitting on the sofa with a frown, and the phone at home was about to burst tonight because of the death row bar.

On the night of the 11th, the Irish gang leaders were swept away at their stronghold, the death row bar, but strangely only a small pool of blood was on the ground, and the boss Bill disappeared. None of the other core members died, but all of them became vegetative.

Although it is said that the fall of the Ailan Gang has created an extra piece of territory, it is not clear which organization did it, and the gangs of all sizes in New York are like pools stirred by catfish, some people are ready to fish in troubled waters, and some people are afraid that they are the next target.

The other four members of the five major families also asked if it was Luciano's hand.

Luciano was one cigarette after another at this time, and he couldn't say anything bitter in his heart.

He has long passed the time when he needs to fight for territory, compared to the various industries involved in the family, construction, real estate, smuggling, and cocaine trafficking. Collecting protection fees for land is too low-level.

The scene with intelligence is very terrifying, he can make one person disappear completely without knowing it, and a dozen people become vegetative people, if he has this kind of power, there will be no five major families in New York.

Taking a deep puff of his cigarette, Luciano stared at the middle-aged man in a suit across the sofa, and said in a hoarse voice, "John, I need an answer, the five major families need an answer." ”

Sitting across from him was John Weil, the chief of the New York Police Department, who had just arrived from a death row bar.

When he heard Luciano's words, he was shocked. Cold sweat began to flow down his forehead unconsciously. He knew how he came to be the director, and he knew what the consequences would be if he couldn't satisfy the person in front of him.

He panicked and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and replied tremblingly

"Charlie, there is no news of other forces coming to New York for the time being, and the dozen or so vegetative people have not been checked for signs of being injected with drugs. It's as if you've fallen for the witchcraft of the East. ”

After John finished speaking, he looked up at Charlie's reaction and saw him looking at himself with a cigarette on his face. Apparently not very satisfied with the answer.

"No, Charlie, listen to me, we found out that Bill was blackmailing an orphan in a wealthy neighborhood before the accident. George Clyde! He has reported the crime, do you need me to investigate him? ”

Luciano didn't speak, but quietly admired John's nervous look. He tasted the wonderful taste of power. The New York Police Chief, who was seen as high up in the eyes of others, was like a docile sheep in front of him, and this feeling of being in control fascinated him.

Just thinking about what happened to the Irish Gang, his eyes gradually sharpened. It's like a lion discovering an intruder, and the murderous aura is pervasive.

"John, my friend! Do you think an 18-year-old would do such a thing? Do you think that you can win the friendship of the Lucino family just by using ordinary people as an excuse to prevaricate? ”

John lowered his head and didn't dare to speak, his suit was already soaked with cold sweat, and his hands were clenching his handkerchiefs tightly. Pleading

"Godfather, please give me a moment."

"I hope this doesn't affect the family's business in New York, which is a great time to make money right now that Europe is at war. Do you understand? ”

Luciano looked at him and didn't wait for him to reply, then waved his hand and let John out. A person sat quietly in the room. The affairs of the Irish gang are like a mystery, and he is terrified, and the more people who get power, the more they can't let go of power.

As a gangster godfather with a black heart, he knows that the most terrifying enemy is the unknown and powerful.