In the early hours of the morning, it was cold and windy in New York, and a truck slowly stopped near a manor house on Manhattan's Upper East Side.

The compartment of the large truck was covered with canvas and it was impossible to see inside.

At the entrance of the manor, only a few street lamps were lit sporadically. Because it is an independent manor in a wealthy area, there are no pedestrians around, and the silence is terrible.

Carrying Chicago typewriters, gangsters in suits patrolled the doorway.

A figure jumped out of the back of the truck in an orderly manner, and disappeared into the night while it was dark.

Ten minutes later, a bird's cry sounded in the air.

George, who was sitting in the car, nodded to Frank next to him.

Frank put his hand out the window and gestured forward.

Three Ford sedans parked behind the Rolls-Royce started and headed for the manor.

The patrolling gangsters, still chatting, saw three cars slowly stop in front of them.

They all showed vigilant looks, and approached the car with guns.

Suddenly, the door opened, and the muzzle fire stood out in the night. "Dada-da-da!"

A string of gunshots rang out in the night sky, and all the gangsters in charge of patrolling fell in pools of blood.

Nuo Manor, at this time, was like boiling food in a pot of oil, and gunshots rang out intermittently inside.

Then it gradually subsided, and the whole process took about ten minutes.

The wealthy area has returned to its former tranquility and peace.

"Twitter... Twitter! ”

George laughed when he heard the bird's call. It seems that the situation is under control, and the process is much easier than I imagined.

Probably because the mafia is famous, it is rare to encounter such well-trained large-scale attacks.

"Let's go, it's time for us to meet the Godfather!"

After George finished speaking, Rolls-Royce slowly drove over the corpses lying in pools of blood. Head inside.

At the door of the villa, a neat row of soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms stood neatly.

George walked through the doorway like a military parade. As soon as he entered the hall, he was greeted by captain Schneider.

"Boss, the security forces have all been wiped out, there are no casualties, and the rest of the personnel are all locked up in the conference room upstairs."

"Well done! Those who participated in the action today will receive $1,000 each! Take me to the conference room. Leave a group of people in the realm, and the others go back first. ”

George happily replied that he would not treat people who were desperately trying to help him. After all, people are exchanging their lives for money in this business.

Schneider's eyes lit up when he heard the boss's promise. The most important thing you want to be a mercenary is to meet a generous boss.

He saluted George and immediately led him to the conference room.

It is not so much a conference room as a huge dining room, with a 5 or 6 meter long dining table in the middle.

There are many oil paintings hanging on the walls, showing the owner's taste.

There were a dozen or so people sitting at the table, both men and women. Beside them were guarded Sanctuary armed security guards pointing guns at them.

"Excuse me, that's Father Luciano and Mr. Benjamin." George spoke, his tone full of banter.

A hoarse voice rang out

"I'm Luciano and next to me is Benjamin. Put the others away. What do you ask you to say. ”

George looked at Luciano who was speaking, and he did have a fierce look on his face, very majestic.

is worthy of being the godfather of the mafia, even if he is held hostage, he does not show half of his fear.

And Benjamin sat on the side expressionless, not like a mob boss.

He waved his hand and motioned to take the unrelated people out.

After a few moments, only George, Frank and Luciano, and Benjamin were left in the room.

As for the guards, are they needed?

No one in this world has yet been able to storm and hurt people in front of George.

Luciano looked at the young man in front of him, and his heart was extremely surprised.

When he found someone attacking the manor, he thought it was the gunman sent by the opponent, but immediately realized that he had misjudged.

This group of people, well-armed and well-trained. It's definitely not something that gangsters can cultivate.

More like a mercenary made up of veterans. According to the rules of the road, the struggle between gangs will not make such a big battle.

After all, the United States is still a society governed by the rule of law, and mercenaries are sent to fight opponents openly.

Ordinary local mercenary organizations do not dare to take on this job. And today you pay, tomorrow I pay, everyone don't develop.

Gangsters are only there to make money, not to fight.

Luciano didn't expect that the leader of the organization who dared to play like this in New York was actually such a young teenager.

He suddenly felt that the people in front of him were very familiar, George Clyde, the Irish Gang, the mercenaries. A few key words were concatenated in his mind.

It was as if I had discovered something terrible, and I couldn't help but be afraid in my heart, which had been calm. A somewhat nervous tone

"George Clyde... You're the one who wiped out the Irish Gang! ”

When Benjamin heard the news, he also lost his composure just now and looked at George in shock.

No one in the Irish gang knows about the American underworld, and that is a means only the devil has to do.

"You're smart. I like to deal with smart people! It's a pity that you're not very smart, Mr. Benjamin. ”

George crossed his legs and held a gold-plated ivory Colt M1911 pistol in his hand. Slowly pointed the muzzle of the gun at Benjamin Silger

I have to sigh that rich people are so delicate even with pistols.

He did not deny Luciano's claim, but generously admitted it.

After all, it's not like no one knows who they are after tonight.

"What do you want? I didn't know it was you, I just wanted to persuade you to leave Virginia! Nothing else. ”

Benjamin explained with some excitement, and at first he only thought it was an ordinary gangster vendetta, after all, his status was also high.

Generally speaking, only if you meet the needs of the other party, you will not be too embarrassed by yourself.

Who knew that the kid he sent to casually threaten and warn was actually a character who terrified the entire underworld.

At this time, he was also remorseful in his heart, and he was glad that he had not done anything excessive.

Hopefully, this adult will spare his life.

Luciano also breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that it was not George.

At the same time, I was worried about Fa Xiao, but as the godfather of the mafia, friendship and everything have been very light.

All he wanted now was to get George away.

"Mr. Benjamin, you scared my daughter." George looked at the two of them with interest

"It's not a gentleman's job to pester a woman, since you are not decent, I will help you be decent."

Benjamin was struck by lightning at this time, and it seemed that the other side was not ready to let himself go.

He gave up the needless plea for mercy, and the feeling of years of gang struggle told him that the people who could make the Irish gang would not be affected by a few words begging for mercy.

His face was gloomy, his eyes flashed as if he was thinking, and the young man in front of him was smiling and pointing a gun at himself, as if he was playing tricks on his prey.

It wasn't the first time he'd tasted fear, but never had he felt so powerless as he did now.