The manager shuddered for a long time before opening the heavy door of the vault.

The vault was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

"Go turn on the lights!" Torio moved his neck.

Under the triangular scarf, his face twitched with excitement.

This will be the first step in all his plans.

The manager touched the wall and pulled the cord of the light in the room.

The vault was brightly lit up and suddenly brightened.

Stacks of boxes were stacked in the room, and in the corners, there were some pockmarked eggs with their mouths pricked, and they were full of stuff.

The manager's eyes wandered, and his expression was a little nervous.

But this little action was captured by Torrio.

He waved his hand at his subordinates: "Boys, go and load things, move quickly, we have ten minutes." ”

The masked gang scattered and walked to the boxes and sacks.

Torio, on the other hand, turned around and squinted at the manager.

"What? Planning to escape? My friend? He bent over and patted the manager's cheek with the barrel of his gun, "You should be a witness, otherwise, you will not be easy to explain when your boss asks you." ”

The manager didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere.

“@！ #！ @¥#" he muttered quietly.

"I'm sorry, please be louder, or I'll have to stick the barrel in your mouth."

Torio's gun barrel moved towards the manager's mouth.

"I say! I said, "The manager is a spirit, just wanted to speak."

His words were interrupted.

"Boss! There's nothing in the box!

A masked gang shouting as they rummaged through boxes.

"Boss! Not here either! ”

Another said.

Torio turned.

Those boxes have been opened by his subordinates, and there is nothing in them.

He walked over to the sack in the corner, reached into the sack, and grabbed a handful of the contents out.

It's all bills of some arrears.

There are copies that the government owes to others, and there are originals that others owe to the government.

Torio took a closer look at the names of those who owed money to the government, all members of the Tammoni Society.

There are a lot of them, and they are important members of the New York City government.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha! The Italians jerked the white bills into the air.

Bills fell from the air like snowflakes and scattered all over the ground.

He looked crazy and laughed sharply.

The surrounding gangs looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a while.

Torio's laughter soon came to an abrupt end.

He ripped off his mask, walked briskly to the manager, and once again held a gun to his head.

This time, though, his index finger was already on the trigger.

"Tell me, my dear friend, where did the money in the vault go?!" Torio's eyes widened, the corners of his mouth grinned, a maniacal grin, and his tongue licked his lower lip subconsciously.

"No, no money, really, really not." The manager's words could no longer be concatenated into a complete sentence.

"Friend, I'll tell you frankly, if you don't say it again, you only have three seconds to live in this world!"

“3！”

“2！”

“1！”

Just as Torio was about to pull the trigger, a voice came through the vault door.

"Don't be embarrassed by this poor man, he didn't lie, the New York City government, it's true that there is not a penny."

A yellow-skinned face appeared at the door of the vault.

He was dressed in a black tweed coat and a soft-topped hat, his eyes were piercing, and the black stubble on his chin and lips made his angular face even harder.

In his hand, he held a golden revolver.

Compared with more than ten years ago, Chen Jianqiu is less youthful and more mature.

Behind him, followed by Holiday with glasses, Li Sifu with a semi-automatic rifle, and the agents of the border detective agency.

The room gang was the first to react.

He raised the gun in his hand and wanted to shoot at Chen Jianqiu.

But it was accompanied by a few rapid gunshots.

The men lay on the ground.

Chen Jianqiu's muzzle was smoking.

He shook his revolver at Torio:

"There are a few more bullets, for the rest of you."

"Ah, Mr. Chen, Jiu Yang."

The gun in Torio's hand was not put down, but his eyes were on Chen Jianqiu.

He has seen Chen Jianqiu's photos, continued to study Chen Jianqiu's fortune process, and finally saw a living person today.

"It seems that those little brothers on the first floor should not have entertained you well on my behalf." He said to Chen Jianqiu.

"The level is too inferior, I never pay attention to my back, and I was knocked down by two flying knives." Chen Jianqiu looked left and right, looking indifferent.

"Your plan is very good, it should be enough to deal with the idiots of the New York Police Department, but I guess you didn't expect that the Tammony Association has hollowed out the New York City government like this, right?" He looked at Torio with some sympathy.

"Actually, you can't get anything when you go to Wells Fargo." Chen Jianqiu said, "After all, there is not much gold in the whole of America now. ”

"So, you guessed it, right?" Torio asked.

Chen Jianqiu pointed to himself:

"Challenge your own umbrella, make noise, mess up the scene, you are imitating the trajectory of my success everywhere, even to seek the first pot of gold."

"So, if I think about it on my own, I'll know what you're going to do."

He paused, then gave Holiday another thumbs up:

"Of course, you've made a mistake, in New York, you can't do anything if you ignore the Border Detective Agency."

Torio, who took off the triangular scarf, laughed even more wildly:

"Oh? Is it? So, do you think we're the same people? ”

Chen Jianqiu did not answer.

"Yes, we are different, you have weaknesses, but I don't!" Torio asked himself as he looked at the bank manager, who was being pointed at gunpoint.

The manager was already scared out of his mind.

"Let us go, or watch this man die?" Torio stared at Chen Jianqiu.

"Do you think I would care if this person lives or dies? Do you know why I left Sheriff Roosevelt on the first floor? Chen Jianqiu spread his hands, "Kill if you want to, after killing, your head will bloom like your subordinates." ”

The Italians laughed again.

He twisted his neck like a poisonous snake.

"If you don't care about this person's life, do you care about your own family?" He stared at Chen Jianqiu, "If I'm not mistaken, your wife and children should live in a mansion at 36 York Avenue, right?" ”

Holiday and Li Sifu's faces changed instantly.

"Chen, do you want me to send someone to protect them right now?" Holiday asked eagerly in a low voice in Chen Jianqiu's ear.

"It's too late, Mr. Chen, the gopher is already on its way with five people." Torio raised an eyebrow, "Trust me, if you kill me here, tomorrow, the bodies of your wife and children, like that policeman, will appear on the riverbank." ”

"You dare to touch a single hair of them!" Li Sifu was furious and wanted to go up and beat this Italian who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Haha, haha, hahahaha." Torio whistled, "I can't help it, your border detective agency should know about people like gophers, he should be almost a person tall in your case, right?" Yes? Hahaha. ”

Chen Jianqiu raised his hand and motioned for Li Sifu not to move.

He clasped his hands to his chest, and the revolver in his hand slapped against his shoulder.

He tilted his head and looked at Torio.

"Mr. Chen, can we sit down and talk now?" The Italian asked.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

He strode forward with a sharp stride, almost instantaneously approaching the Italians.

Chen Jianqiu grabbed his head, lifted his knee, and pushed a top knee under Torrio's ribs.

Torio didn't see Chen Jianqiu's movements clearly at all, he only felt a sudden suffocation, and then a sharp pain came from the top of the quilt.

He bent over in pain, and the gun in his hand fell off.

Immediately afterward, he received another heavy blow.

Chen Jianqiu's elbow slammed into the Italian's back from top to bottom.

The Italian threw himself on the ground.

"Tie it up for me, and I'll hand it over to Roosevelt later." Chen Jianqiu tidied up his clothes.

"Hahaha, Chen Jianqiu, you are really a ruthless person who abandons his wife and children, I like you more and more! Haha, cough, haha, cough, cough," Torio gasped as he was held back by the detective.

But Chen Jianqiu's next sentence made the Italians unable to laugh for the first time.

"You said you studied me, but don't you even know what my wife used to do? You don't really think my wife is a vase, do you? Where did you get your delusion? Italian brothers? ”

Torio's "idol", looking at him with pity.

Not only pity him, but also the unlucky ones who went to trouble Camilla.

Upper East Side, 36 York Avenue, Little Astor's mansion.

It is a wealthy area, with a beautiful environment and a quiet surrounding.

Usually, there will be police officers who will focus on patrolling and guarding to check suspicious people.

Not enough for a single policeman.

Because Brock transferred all the uniformed ones.

"The big bad wolf dressed up as Grandma Little Red Riding Hood and knocked on the door."

Camila sat on a chair by the window of her room, holding a fairy tale book, and told stories to Xiaopeng Kun, who was lying on his lap.

But Xiaopeng Kun doesn't seem to have much interest in his mother's story.

He played with a golden revolver in his hand.

His father's hand.

There is only Chen Jianqiu

Such a father, and a mother like Camilla, will let their children play with revolvers.

"Mom, why didn't Dad come to New York and play with us?" Xiaopeng Kun raised his head, blinking his eyes, and looked at Camilla.

"He's busy." Camila stroked Xiaopengkun's head with her hand and said softly, "Didn't you ask your father for his revolver?" It's his third treasure. ”

"And what's the second treasure?" Xiaopeng Kun asked with his head sideways.

"It's me."

"What about the first baby?"

"It's you, silly boy!" Camilla closes the fairy tale book.

"Knock knock."

A maid stood at the door of the room and knocked on the door.

"What's wrong?" Camila asked.

"Madam, someone is knocking on the door, saying that they came to deliver the wardrobe, and Mr. Chen ordered the wardrobe." The maid replied respectfully.

"Wardrobe?" Camila was a little confused.

She didn't remember when Chen Jianqiu had mentioned to her what wardrobe she had ordered.

"Are they still at the door?" Camila asked.

"Yes, ma'am." The maid nodded.

Camila lifted the veil from the inside of the curtain and looked through the window to the door.

Sure enough, several men dressed in workers' clothes and wearing hats stood at the door.

Behind them, there is a closet that is one person high.

Camila glanced at it, and the look on her face suddenly changed.

As once the best female bounty hunter in the West, her sense of smell is extremely sensitive.

Fugitives, thieves, and murderers basically can't escape her violet eyes.

What's more, her husband's taste is not so bad that he orders such a rough cabinet with this style and workmanship.

"Take Peng Kun to the second floor to find a place to hide." She stood up and said to the maid, "Whatever happens outside, don't come out." ”

"Mom, what's going on?"

Xiaopeng Kun suddenly felt that his mother had become very strange, murderous, and cold as ice.

"Go and hide." Camila said.

Xiaopeng Kun shook his head: "Mom, I'm not going anywhere." ”

Camila glanced at her son, nodded, and then waved at the frightened maid, motioning for her to find a place to hide.

She walked quickly to the bedside.

A box was pulled out from under the bed and opened.

Inside lay a sniper rifle with a scope, a new Browning automatic pistol, a dagger, and some bullets.

Camila took out her pistol, dagger, and bullets.

She handed some bullets into Xiaopengkun's hand.

Xiaopeng Kun's eyes lit up.

"Mother, do you have bullets to play with?"

While loading her pistol, Camila said to Xiaopeng Kun: "Yes, the big bad wolf is knocking on our door, and you and your father usually teach you how to fight." ”

Xiaopeng Kun nodded.

He also followed his mother and loaded the bullets.

And at this time, outside the gate.

The gopher was listening carefully to what was going on inside the door.

"Head, why do we have such a big wardrobe?" The subordinate was a little puzzled, and looked at the cabinet behind him and asked.

"Because we're going to pack that woman and the child in here and bring them back." The other subordinate looked a little smarter and replied.

"Did the boss say he was going to die or live?"

"It's alive, but it should be fine for us to touch it. I heard that woman was pretty, hehe, hehe." The man's mouth grew and drooled out.

While the two were discussing, the gopher was already a little impatient.

The servant went in and didn't move for a long time, but he couldn't notice anything and ran away from behind.

Can't wait any longer.

He took out his lock-picking tool from his clothes and began to operate it.

It didn't take long for the lock to be opened.

The gopher pushes open the door.

It was quiet inside.

He was going to step in, but after thinking about it, he greeted the subordinate behind him who was addicted to talking just now:

"Hey, you go ahead."

When the subordinate heard this, he immediately swaggered in.

There really didn't seem to be anyone in the room, even the maid just now, who was gone.

Several people came to the hall.

"Boss, they're not going to be away from home or running away, are they?" The subordinate asked.

"Let's go to the second floor." The gopher had a gloomy face.

However, just as they walked up the stairs and prepared to go up to the second floor.

Only a "bang" of gunfire could be heard.

The person at the front fell to the ground in an instant, and the blood flowing from his chest stained the floor red.

A small Chinese child, who looked to be only seven or eight years old, stood on the stairs on the second floor.

He held a golden revolver in both hands, the muzzle of which was still smoking.

The gopher was a little hard to believe.

He really couldn't believe that it was the bullet fired by this kid just now that caused the death of his subordinate!

"You've soiled the floor of our house." Xiao Peng Kun looked at the blood on the floor and said coldly.

Gophers and others hurried to dig out their revolvers in their belts.

However, a red shadow quietly appeared behind them.

Camila walked out of hiding with a pistol and a red dress.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ”

She emptied the bullets from the gun in an instant, while also knocking out the remaining five people, including the gopher.

While working as a bounty hunter in the West, this Caribbean beauty was known for her low survival rate of bounty holders.

Usually when completing a "Death or Death" bounty, she prefers to choose "Die", even though the bounty will be smaller.

When she was a bounty hunter, the amount of the bounty was secondary, and justice and helping the weak were her original purpose.

And Camilla has always believed that the best outcome for those bullying villains is to die at their own hands.

"Peng Kun, go back to your room, you've done a good job today." Camila waved at her son as if they had just finished their homework assigned by their teacher.

Xiaopeng Kun left very obediently.

Camilla, on the other hand, crouched down and looked at the gopher that had not yet breathed.

She looked blankly at the man on the ground with her violet eyes.

"You killed someone, this house doesn't belong to you, you wait to go to the gallows." The gopher rolled his eyes and said.

Camila didn't speak.

She is not in the habit of talking to her prey, especially the dying prey.

She pulled out her dagger and slashed the gopher throat cleanly.

(End of chapter)