Mosley and Rodriguez made up their minds and joined up with their own team.

Bang bang bang!

At this time, FBI agents and members of the National Guard stood on the periphery of the frenzied gangster team, raising their guns from time to time, and firing at the scattered vampires that rushed out of the gangster's defense line.

The bullet first pierced the vampire's legs, shattering their bones.

The rest of the team stepped forward and cut off its head, cutting off its limbs, incapacitating it, and still remained indifferent despite the vampire's terrible screams.

These homeless people have long since turned into real monsters.

Despite being almost indistinguishable from humans, humans do not survive after their heads are cut off.

This is the only way they can deal with these vigorous vampires now.

Moseley finally saw what his subordinate agents had reported about the fierce performance of the gang reinforcements.

Rumble!

Rumble!

In the corner, a masked man who was deliberately dodged by the crowd was constantly throwing miniature bombs at the vampires who attacked him.

The flames burst out, and the shock wave swept through, setting off a rain of blood mixed with fine pieces of flesh at any time.

Moseley narrowed slightly, feeling that this person was somewhat familiar.

After reminiscing, it immediately became aware of its identity.

This man with the mask is none other than a wanted criminal within the FBI.

One of the Irish gang leaders, Finnish Cooley.

Two other Irish gang leaders, John Looney and McIndy, are also fighting in Moseley's sight.

The three Irish gang leaders are all stumps and broken arms at their feet, and they are now insane.

The other side.

Two men work together, one with a troll and the other with an axe that came out of nowhere.

Bang!

The trolls open the way, and the axe is decapitated.

The vampire basically couldn't hold out in front of them.

Blood gushed out from the fracture and splattered on them, staining their bodies with crimson blood, as if they had just taken a bath in a pool of blood, as ferocious as primitive people.

These two Moseley don't have to recall, he knows each other's identities very well.

The Lankhov brothers from the Russian gangsters.

It is also Pushkin's basic plate in New York.

In addition to the Irish and Russians, Moseley also noticed a burly, muscular black man punching the vampire on the ground like a child.

Bang bang!

The dull accent of the fist to the flesh was faintly visible as the corners of Moseley's mouth twitched, and as the black man raised his arm and swung his fist, blood and flesh were brought out of his fist bones.

It is conceivable that the vampire who was hammered on the ground by a black man of at least two hundred pounds was such a flesh and blood model lake at this time.

Barracuda ......

Moseley was no stranger to the man.

Not a wanted criminal, but a dangerous person within the FBI.

A well-known killer in the New York Underworld, who is said to have served in the "Green Berets" and led his army to defeat Luna, the great dictator of South America, in the 80s.

It's just that after retiring, because it is difficult to forget the life he once had, he chose to become a killer.

At the same time, a bald man also caught his attention.

This man with a scar on his forehead has extremely strong fighting ability, can break the limbs of vampires in a light stroke, and with the flexible yellow knife in his hand, he can almost change his name to the vampire butcher.

"This guy should be the strongest fighter under Jin He, bullseye, Lyster......"

Moseley pondered.

The gaze scanned in front of the eyes, and upon closer inspection, other prominent figures were discovered.

For example, Shin Yoshioka, a well-known thug of the island gang, a wanted criminal from Romania, Christu Blatter, who now runs a clubhouse in New York, and even the heir to the Cesare crime family, Niki Cavila......

These are some of the most famous people in the New York underworld.

Not to mention, in addition to these famous and surnamed characters, it also includes the little brother they brought.

"What kind of monster did David assemble......

Moseley gasped, deeply aware of what his subordinate had said.

These gangsters are just a bunch of crazy people.

After recognizing the true identities of these people, he was shocked to discover.

It's just a bunch of crazy people.

It's just a bunch of social scum whose minds are only driven by crime and self-satisfaction.

No, to say that they are the scum of society, for them, it is a compliment!

"I'm in trouble now, I hope it can end well......"

Moslitton had a headache.

Even if these people were immediately dragged out and shot, they would not be innocent.

But he couldn't.

Although the FBI is no stranger to the method of unloading and killing donkeys, it also has to consider the occasion and consequences.

"What's wrong?"

Rodriguez was surprised to see that his expression was wrong.

He didn't belong to the same department as Moseley before, and he didn't know the identities of these people so well.

Therefore, he did not understand Moseley's mentality at all.

In his opinion, although the gang in front of him looked too fierce and simple and rude, he had to admit that their actions allowed his side to smoothly turn defense into offense and firmly occupy the initiative.

If it goes on like this, it is already a win.

What's the headache for Moseley?

"None of these people are simple."

Moseley whispered, "I'm a little scared I won't be able to finish for a while." ”

"Don't forget, they're the ones David found."

Rodriguez is not worried: "It's normal for them not to give us face, but David is the representative of Kim and Pushkin, and they have to give face to those two guys, it's the rule." ”

"I hope so."

Moseley sighed.

……

Outside the building.

David sat in a wheelchair, calm.

Wesley led several members of the Brotherhood to stand beside him, tasked with protecting his safety.

Not far away, the head of the New York Police Department, George Stacey, every minute, glances at the time on his watch.

"Why haven't you come yet?!"

He looked anxious and frowned.

Just now, Moseley pulled Rodriguez back into the building, and there was no news until now, and the lack of understanding of the situation inside the building made George more and more worried and difficult to erase.

"Don't worry, Sheriff Stacey."

David laughed, "Since you're the sheriff of Manhattan, you must know something about Hell's Kitchen." You have to have faith in us. ”

"Confidence in the gangs?"

George was still calm, and did not speak ill of him, but his tone was not very good, and he retorted in a deep voice: "I don't think so. ”

"But you have to admit that it's because of a group of gang members that you've survived until now."

David shrugged.

George was speechless.

What David said was the truth, and he couldn't deny it.

If it weren't for an underground gang from Hell's Kitchen, the building would have been breached by vampires, and Manhattan would have suffered catastrophic damage.