As Elijah's order was given, the little brothers who had sent someone to the bloody hand a second ago to accompany the smiling face instantly changed their faces.

These Bloody Hand Managers, who were blushing and thick-necked because of the victory or defeat at the table, had no idea that danger was creeping in.

Someone was standing in the toilet and peeing when he was wiped by a waiter who was giggling behind him.

Someone shouted at 21 o'clock, took a sip of the wine at hand, and then foamed at the mouth and poured it on the table, while the gamblers next to him just looked indifferently.

Someone in a nightgown kicked slippers and pulled open the door and was about to swim in the hotel's own heated pool, only to find a thug wearing a black hood and holding an automatic rifle standing at the door.

……

Everything happened very quickly, as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

As the lives of the living people turned into cold corpses, several black vans with the words 'Waste Disposal' appeared everywhere.

Then the 'scavenger, carrying all kinds of cleaning tools, entered, and cleaned the scene in an instant, as if the corpses had never appeared on the scene.

At this time, a short old man was in Elijah's office, and his hat was turned upside down and stretched out to Elijah.

This person is Charlie, who has not been open for a long time, a professional scavenger who serves the Continental Hotel.

Of course, after the closure of the Continental Hotel in New York, Charlie has been unemployed until now.

In the face of Charlie's request for payment, Elijah did not shirk it, but put dozens of gold coins that Du Wei had given him earlier into his hat.

Charlie felt the weight of the gold in his hat and smiled with satisfaction.

The Continental Hotel in New York may have been closed, but gold coins are still circulating on the continent.

The share of gold in this hat is about the same as the usual monthly income.

Satisfied with the deal, Charlie bowed down like a gentleman from Great Britain and saluted Elijah.

But his courtesy was actually addressed to Dewey, who was far away in Washington.

"Thank you to Mr. Dewey on my behalf, Charlie will always be his faithful scavenger friend."

Elijah smiled and nodded:

"Of course, I also hope that His Excellency Charlie will be my friend in the future.

I don't think New York will be without His Excellency Charlie's business in the future."

Regarding Elijah's statement, Charlie just smiled and didn't say much.

Elijah was still the king of New York from time to time, and it was not a good thing for them to say such a thing too early for them who had promised to be neutral forever.

And being neutral also means that they can wait, they can wait until the matter is over and everything is settled before choosing who to work with.

The reason why he accepted Du Wei's invitation this time was because he had not opened for a month, which caused some problems with his capital operation.

The second is that Winston did hear the rumors that the high table wanted to kill him, and was ready to strike first this time.

And Charlie, who had a lot of connections with Dewey and Winston at the same time, took over the task of cleaning up the corpses of the Bloody Hand after the above considerations.

But just as he was about to leave, Elijah suddenly called out to him:

"Lord Charlie, please wait for now, there is one more person you need to deal with." ….

Hearing that there was still business, Charlie immediately stopped and turned around.

Elijah was playing with a gold coin with a bloody hand on it.

Where there are gold coins, there are trades, which is a rule that Charlie does not want to break.

So Charlie just asked:

"Where?"

Elijah pointed to the soles of his feet and replied:

"Here."

Charlie looked around in bewilderment, and the charred office didn't look like a corpse was hidden.

Elijah smiled and said:

"Lord Charlie, you can now go back to the car and prepare your tools.

Soon, that corpse will

It's right in front of you."

Charlie frowned slightly, a little incomprehensible to Elijah's words, but he still prepared to go back to the car to get the tools.

After leaving Elijah's office, Charlie spotted a pretentious-looking guy walking over with a few of his men.

After feeling the other party's bad feelings, Charlie took the initiative to lean against the wall and bow his head to get out of the way.

Not being curious about anything was one of the important reasons why he lived to be so old.

Sure enough, Ivan, the second generation of the Bloody Hand faction, who was in a hurry to walk towards Elijah's office, didn't notice that there was such an inconspicuous little old man in the corridor in front of him until he passed by.

Charlie also waited quietly for the other party to leave, and then revealed his figure from the shadows of the corridor.

He glanced thoughtfully at Elijah's office, and finally left the place without doing anything.

And Elijah, who was sitting in his office, only to hear a heavy knock on the door, then Ivan walked in arrogantly.

Then he pulled over a chair and sat down in front of Elijah with a grin, and put his double fork on Elijah's desk.

"Hey, Elijah, when exactly are you going to give us the best shops in those lots?

The women we brought in are all in containers at the Port of New York!

If it drags on any longer, not to mention that the chance of being discovered by the detectives will become greater, even those useless women are afraid that they will also be killed by infectious diseases!

I'm here to make a contribution, but I don't want to let this guy lie down and make mistakes!

If I am scolded by my father, Elijah, don't think about where you will go!"

Facing Ivan, who was menacing as soon as he entered, Elijah's expression was quite calm.

Unhurriedly, he pulled out the drawer of his desk and pulled out a box of the finest cigars flown in from Cuba.

He then cut off the end of the cigar scissor and heated it evenly on a lit lighter, then handed it to Ivan with both hands.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, let's smoke a cigar and we'll talk slowly, how about it?"

Ivan snorted, took his leg away from Elijah's desk, and reached out to take the cigar that Elijah had made himself.

Then he swallowed a puff of smoke with great skill, allowing it to pass through his lungs and then out of his nostrils, forming two thick streaks of smoke.

"You told me not to be angry, but to make something out!

How many days have we been here? How many days have you said?

After so many days, we haven't even started a little business!

If my father knew about this, he would only scold me for my incompetence, do you understand the importance of this? ….

It's about who will inherit the Bloody Hand in the future!

If Elijah could be bigger, your ambitions should not be so small.

You should understand that the vastness of the world is not comparable to that of a small New York.

And if you want to step out of New York and go out into the world, you should know who is going to lead you to that height!"

After speaking, Ivan took another hard puff on his cigar, and then looked at the flickering end of the cigar with some surprise and said:

"Yo, your cigar is quite strong, how is it different from the best cigars I smoked before?"

It's like you've added a little bit of *** to it."

Elijah shook his head, and said with an unchanged face:

"No, it's not ***, I just added some sevoflurane to it."

At this time, Ivan was already feeling dizzy, and his thinking began to slow down.

He only thought that he was familiar with the three words sevoflurane, but he couldn't remember where he had heard them.

"Seven... Fluorine... Alkane... What is it?"

Now Ivan was completely unaware that he had become sluggish in speaking.

His gaze began to blur, and the figure of Elijah in front of him began to distort, which was clearly the effect of ***.

Ivan smiled stupidly and said indistinctly:

"You... Still... Say... Isn't it...***?"

With that, Ivan fell from his chair and fell to the ground.

The younger brother standing behind Ivan immediately realized that something was wrong, but before they could make a move, several silencer-equipped pistols were pressed against the back of their heads.

As the roaring gunshots rang out, all the little brothers brought by Ivan were dealt with.

And Ivan himself was brought to the window without floor-to-ceiling glass by Elijah's good brother Scar like a dead dog.

Then Scar let go of his hand, and Ivan, summoned by gravity, fell sharply.

And this sudden feeling of weightlessness made Ivan, who was unconscious, grin, because he had become an angel!

Then there was a loud bang, and Ivan's skull, which had been smashed to pieces, rolled to Charlie's feet, who was taking out his tools.

Charlie looked at the head at his feet and the torn corpse without any discomfort.

Instead, it speeds up the process of accessing the tools.

After all, for them, they ate this mouthful, and they had seen a lot of corpses that were even more terrifying than this.

Elijah looked at Charlie and the others who were busy below, and then at Hell's Kitchen, which was in full swing, and felt the taste of freedom for the first time.

Now that the shackles that the Bloody Hand had bound him had been broken, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

But if you want to have no troubles permanently, you have to look at Du Wei's actions.

……

Immediately after Ivan's death, the sound of warning sounded in the stronghold of the Bloody Hand faction far away in Paris.

Because the life signal representing Ivan is gone!

This means that the vital signal meter buried deep in Ivan's body has lost its function!

Ivan died in New York!

Realizing this, Wesker instantly became furious.

He had obviously asked Ivan to go to New York, which was basically under Elijah's control, to gild, how could this happen? ….

Obviously he only needs to ask Elijah for territory to start the situation smoothly, why did the simple matter of accumulating prestige in the Bloody Hand Sect lead to Ivan's death?

The answers to these questions were actually already in Wesker's mind, and he just didn't want to believe it.

Elijah in New York had clearly betrayed them!

Wesker, who had a dull pain in his abdomen because of anger, sat on a private jet that was about to fly to Washington and said coldly:

"Send me someone to New York and kill Elijah!

No, kill all those who have to do with Elijah for me!

I want them all to bury my son!"

Hearing this, the assistant who received the order immediately began to mobilize his men.

If they want to complete Wesker's mission successfully, they must do their best!

For a time, most of the elite members of the Bloody Hand faction in New York set foot on the road to New York.

What they don't know is that there are people in Paris who are still stirring.

……

Unlike Elijah's side, which had a smooth layout, it was Bill's side.

In a foreign land, Bill has no support and can only fight alone!

He first went back to the red door on Paradise Street.

This time he wasn't so vain.

Bill, who has been here once, is quite familiar with the layout.

He directly pulled out his gun and killed from the first floor to the third floor, and then from the third floor to the basement, and found the little boss here.

Then in the confession of the little boss, he found the existence of his superiors, and he directly ended the life of the little boss with one shot.

Then Bill, covered in blood, said to the girls who were being controlled by the drug, you are free.

But the very obedient girl, who had already been trained, did not dare to leave the small room of only a few square meters.

They couldn't believe Bill was telling the truth, because they had been tricked when they were being trained.

Caught at that time

When I came back, I remembered the beating.

After two or three times of this kind of thing, they are like the most obedient dogs, and they no longer dare to run away.

And because the Bloody Hand faction used drugs to control their spirits, many of them have varying degrees of dependence on drugs.

If they leave here, they don't know how to satisfy their drug addiction.

So for a while, no one wanted to leave here.

Bill, who was full of helplessness, sighed lightly as he looked at these girls who were in the prime of their youth, and his heart was even more disgusted with the dirty things that the Bloody Hand Sect had done.

If it weren't for them, how could these girls in their prime be like this?

Bill thought about it, rolled over and went back to the basement, dragging the body of the little boss up with great difficulty.

Seeing the corpse of the little leader, the girls can be sure that they are finally free.

The girls who were less controlled immediately grabbed their clothes and ran out without looking back.

The other, more serious girls did not wait for the timed injections to have additional reactions.

Bill looked at the souls in front of him who had fallen to hell and could only sigh, it was not that he didn't want to save them, but that they were beyond help. ….

Bill shook his head and left the oppressive hallway.

Bill then rips a piece of clothing from a body he had been killed by a headshot, changes into it, and begins to fumble for his car keys.

After all, after the entire small stronghold here has lost contact with the base for too long, the Bloody Hand Faction will definitely be able to react to the fact that something is wrong here.

At that time, it will not be so easy for him to break into the territory of the Bloody Hand Sect alone.

So what he's fighting now is a time difference, and the car is an essential part of it.

But Bill soon discovers that none of the bodies here have car keys on them.

It seems that in order to prevent the women here from having the opportunity to flee by car, all their car keys are kept in a unified manner.

The elderly Bill thought about it for a while, and then he remembered that he was on the second floor, and there seemed to be a safe under the stove in the room where the little boss used to play cards.

But there wasn't enough time to wait for him to open the safe.

Bill regretted that he seemed to kill people too quickly, resulting in some key things not being asked.

Bill had no choice but to go out on the street and try to grab a car.

Just as Bill was looking left and right to find the right vehicle, a black Audi A8 pulled up in front of him with a nice tail flick.

Bill was instantly alerted, the purpose of the car was so strong that it was difficult for him to distinguish between friend and foe.

When the black privacy window was rolled down, a bald head appeared in front of him.

Bill was stunned, he didn't know this man, he did know another bald man.

The bald head following Du Wei was extremely eye-catching.

Could the bald head in front of him also have something to do with Du Wei?

Just as the thought flashed through Bill's mind, the bald head in the driver's seat spoke:

"Is it Bill Marx? I'm Frank Martin, and Dewey said you might need help."

Hearing the guy in front of him, who claimed to be Frank, mention Dewey, Bill's eyes flashed with hesitation.

But with every second he hesitated, time slipped against him.

So Bill directly opened the co-pilot's door, pointed a pistol at Frank, who had just arrived from Princeton, and said:

"Now you drive to Pier One."

Frank glanced at the gun pointed at his waist and chuckled:

"Hey, man, are you still good at your age?"

After saying that, Frank directly kicked the throttle and took a sharp turn.

Subjected to centrifugal force, Bill, who was not wearing a seat belt, was instantly thrown out of his seat.

Frank followed up with another slam on the brakes, waiting to be thrown seven

When Bill came to his senses, his pistol was in Frank's hand.

Looking at the pistol pointed at him, Bill could only close his eyes in resignation.

After all, he was indeed old, and if he had been back then, he would not have been snatched away so easily.

Just as Bill closed his eyes and prepared for death, Frank started the car again, this time much more stable.

"Hey, man, I'm really not a Bloody Hand.

It's just that I don't like people pointing a gun at me.

Now can we have a good talk?"

Now of course we can talk about it, Bill thought to himself.

Anyway, if Frank had been on the side of the Bloody Hand faction, he wouldn't have survived just now.

Since Frank didn't make a move, it was almost certain that he was indeed the mysterious Dewey's subordinate.

But this Frank's skills are really good.

In the brief confrontation just now, Frank used the car under him to blow him up!

Bill had to once again lament that his physical fitness was no longer at its peak.

But with Frank's help, he has more certainty of going to the Bloody Hand Sect's base camp this time.

"Yes, I wonder how far you can help me?

Is it just to be a driver?"

Frank shook his head with a smile and said:

"No, no, no, Dewey told me, let's both tell the Bloody Hand that any woman is the daughter of a certain father.

And the father will always be an existence they can't afford to provoke, like you.

That's why I'm here to help you tell them that if they touch your daughter, they're going to die!"

(Thank you Feng Eryi for the monthly pass, thank you!) ）

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Alamyg